CANADA WhINNIPEG MISSION
Stately silver silos stand bold against the unending sky,
Guarding the miles of wheat with their unseeing eye,
Long slow trains snake their way across the vast plain,
Passing sparsely scattered farms, half hidden by the grain.

Now there is a change, you see cattle, horse and sheep graze,
See a few precious trees appear through the morning haze,
Some plowed fields showing their rich dark brown soil,
Only the odd oil donkey bobbing the lovely view to spoil.

Then there are the few cities, in summer hot, in winter cold.
Clean and quite pretty with parks and flower gardens to behold,
Then comes ice cold winter with the wind that is much too bold
As it whips and freezes, it’s not loved if the truth were told.

But best of all is the north where millions of trees do grow,
With forests so thick you wonder how the large animals go
Between the tall trees, yet the mighty moose roams free
With their friends the elk and caribou as graceful as can be.

The pristine lakes so still that they reflect both tree and sky,
The loons that swim and dive, and you see the fish glide by,
The blackness of the night sky when every star is seen
And the moon sails in beauty bringing her silver sheen.

Pure white snow that stays and sparkles in moon and sun,
But the real crowning glory, when all is said and done,
Is the wondrous dance of the brilliant northern lights
With so many different colours to fill us with delight.

This is the Canada Winnipeg Mission diverse in many ways,
And when we leave we will remember it all our remaining days,
So large, so vast and different it will dwell forever in each heart,
And a big part of us will remain and never really want to part.

M Ann Margetson November 3, 2001