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When Maria comes to Canada...)for Maria Massarella)
by Maureen GlaudeWhen Maria comes to Canada
the St Lawrence Seaway will froth in fresh joie de vivre
Fort Saskatchewan will resound will the onomatopoeia of
Fort Augustus
the prairies of Manitoba will wave their canary canola in welcome
from Alberta to British Columbia The Rocky Mountains will peak
in snowy white delight
chinooks of the heart, will move in to warm up Calgary
the ice rock off Newfoundland will melt
Cape Breton highland dancers will hear operatic arias from the pipers
the Gatineau moon over autumn trails will gleam in
hostess best
Ottawas green belt paths will vibrate with promise, turning more emerald
than her Valley lakes
Northern Chickadees will chirp their ciaos as
Bon Echo Rock booms its echoing motto Je Reviens
into eternity, in prayer that Maria will adopt the mantra
When Maria comes to Canada
the sand beaches of our land
will surely sample the sweetness of her
Italian seasalt and sing her into our soul 11/01/2004
Author's Note: I won't say "If" but When
Posted on 11/01/2004
Copyright © 2025 Maureen Glaude
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/01/04 at 06:04 PM Well there's certainly no shortage of enthusiasm in this poem. How can she refuse us now? :o) |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/01/04 at 06:48 PM This is so lovely Maureen! Beautiful! |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 11/05/04 at 09:50 PM Beautiful Maureen! Yes, that's kind of how I remember Canada. I know Maria will get there and love every minute of it. |
| Posted by Maria Massarella on 07/19/09 at 01:32 AM I would have, you know, come to Canada especially for you, Maureen...In a way I have through our conversations and in this your beautiful poem...The song has been sung ... Thinking of you on this your day. lovelight&peace...m.a |
| Posted by Scott Utley on 07/19/09 at 07:13 PM When Maria comes to Canada, Franco-Angelofiles will have yet another reason already among a slew of reasons proclaiming the diviner place in North America North of Niagara! When Maria comes this way, or any way, this way and that is suddenly the yellow-brick road. How do we love our Maria? There are too many ways to count. Simply put, (like gravity and divine intervention, etc) Maria is an universal truth. |
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