oh canada

in the dead of the night

when you can hear 

far off whispers

floor boards murmur

see distant stars

i stare intently

at the fire

hear the wood wail

feel the heart burning

with all that blood inside

i think of shoeless migrants

who feel hope 

on a rumbling stomach

and cold aching feet

marvel at their mix

of despair and hope

and the open arm welcome

of my country of adoption