Canada is a strong land. Wilderness plays against farmland which crashes on the shores of urban landscapes.
There is a people here. Humans inhabiting a land both brutal and soft. we are a strong people made weak in our comfort. We rush from house to car, shiver taking our bags of waste to our handy trascans and bragging about the cold we endure.
Just another modern country. We pride in wild lands visited only by strangers from other places.
Long wide roads.
Big fat cars.
Bright cushy homes ignoring the rude shacks across town.
A country uniquely like any other. A land blessed. Scarred by industry and greed but not by war.
People quietly grow fatter as they starve for real food in a land lush with game and waterfowl we dare not eat.
There is no mystery here. There is the same beauty for artists to glorify and the same despair for the lost to bemoan.
Just a land entering the twenty-first century. Loons and linear accelerators nest side by side and I shovel the snow from my urban sidewalks in the deep winter night so I can brag about our cold.