The Canadian's Home-Song Poem Response:
The poem, The Canadian’s Home-Song, gives a great and thorough description of Canada. The author uses a very unique rhyming scheme which effectively adds to the poem. The rhyming scheme for each paragraph is: A, B, C, B, D, B. The author, Duncan Campbell Scott, describes the weather, different types of trees, landscapes and animals in his poem. (For example: rain, wind, sparrows, lynx-cub, cedar, pine, etc.) He also mentioned snow-shoeing in his poem, which tells the reader that Canada has cold winters and a lot of snow. This helps to create an image for the reader. When I read the poem, I could picture Canada’s winter because of his great attention to detail. I chose this poem out of all the poems that we read because I think that the author describes Canada in a distinctive way that makes his poem stand out. I thought that the ending of the first and last paragraph (“To my own country” and “For my own country”) added a nice touch to the poem. He also added French to his poem, which demonstrated Canada’s culture and second language. Duncan Campbell Scott’s poem, The Canadian’s Home-Song, was a very unique and enjoyable poem to read.
Written By: Victoria Rochon
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 26, 2009
Outdoor Poem
Winter’s Day
The sunlight glistening off the snow
People’s faces with a winter’s glow
Ice freezing on the trees
A chilling, cool, winter’s breeze
Animals beginning to hibernate
The ice frozen for people to skate
All bundled up in your winter coat
In Lake Ontario, not a single boat
Snowflakes falling from the sky
The bare trees reaching high
The sun beginning to fade
The end of another Canadian winter’s day
Written By: Victoria Rochon
The sunlight glistening off the snow
People’s faces with a winter’s glow
Ice freezing on the trees
A chilling, cool, winter’s breeze
Animals beginning to hibernate
The ice frozen for people to skate
All bundled up in your winter coat
In Lake Ontario, not a single boat
Snowflakes falling from the sky
The bare trees reaching high
The sun beginning to fade
The end of another Canadian winter’s day
Written By: Victoria Rochon
Thursday, January 22, 2009
A Peace of Canada
Red
And white
Maple leaves in sight
As Canadians we
Believe, that we
Should achieve
Coming................together in peace,.............with the
Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Maple Syrup from
Our tree, Canadians living in harmony. The
Canadian geese take flight, as the sun shines bright
We keep the memories
From our past and hope to
Make
Them
Last
And white
Maple leaves in sight
As Canadians we
Believe, that we
Should achieve
Coming................together in peace,.............with the
Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Maple Syrup from
Our tree, Canadians living in harmony. The
Canadian geese take flight, as the sun shines bright
We keep the memories
From our past and hope to
Make
Them
Last
Written By: Victoria Rochon
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Canadian Identity Poem
Canada: The place that I call home
Where the trees grow tall
There are four seasons,
Summer, winter, spring and fall
And these are all the reasons
This is the place that I call home
Fresh fallen snow,
White, with a glow
Children start humming
Christmas time is coming
This is the place that I call home
A lot of rain
Beautiful terrain
Flowers in blossom
Canada’s seasons are truly awesome
This is the place that I call home
Sap from the trees,
The buzzing of bees
Splashes from the pool,
Children finally out of school
This is the place that I call home
Leaves changing colour
The beauty of our country is like no other
The trees are now bare
Coolness in the air
This is the place that I call home
Where the trees grow tall
There are four seasons,
Summer, winter, spring and fall
And these are all the reasons
This is the place that I call home
Where the trees grow tall
There are four seasons,
Summer, winter, spring and fall
And these are all the reasons
This is the place that I call home
Fresh fallen snow,
White, with a glow
Children start humming
Christmas time is coming
This is the place that I call home
A lot of rain
Beautiful terrain
Flowers in blossom
Canada’s seasons are truly awesome
This is the place that I call home
Sap from the trees,
The buzzing of bees
Splashes from the pool,
Children finally out of school
This is the place that I call home
Leaves changing colour
The beauty of our country is like no other
The trees are now bare
Coolness in the air
This is the place that I call home
Where the trees grow tall
There are four seasons,
Summer, winter, spring and fall
And these are all the reasons
This is the place that I call home
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Written By: Victoria Rochon
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Canadian Poem
How Proud I Am Of Canada
How proud I am of Canada
The country of my birth
Described by other Nations
As the greatest place on Earth
My country is diversified
With many sights to see
From the mountains of the Pacific
To the maritimes by the sea
In between are the praries
Where the wheatfields grow so tall
While in Quebec is a culture
Not so different from us all
And then there is Ontario
Big and very strong
Whose strength and wealth
Help carry this great land along
In the North we have a presence
Of a people our hearts endear
For they manage to see the brighter side
Of a life most of us would fear
There's and Island in the Atlantic
A place called Newfoundland
That is home to a rugged people
And scenery oh so grand
And then there are the peoples
Who come from distant parts
Immigrants we may call them
But they're Canadians in their hearts
Immigrants is a word that
Describes us to a 'T'
And except for the aboriginals
Our Ancestors came by sea
Now some would like to criticize
For in their hearts they cannot see
The beauty of this country
And the fact that we are free
You don't have to lose your culture
To live in this great land
Just leave your ethenic quarrels
In your own Birth land
You can still enjoy your language
And the customs of your life
For your customs enriches this country
And with that we have no fight
So be proud of Canada
The greatest place on earth
And treat it like you would
The country of your birth
Walter Kenneth Lane Jr
(Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-proud-i-am-of-canada/
How proud I am of Canada
The country of my birth
Described by other Nations
As the greatest place on Earth
My country is diversified
With many sights to see
From the mountains of the Pacific
To the maritimes by the sea
In between are the praries
Where the wheatfields grow so tall
While in Quebec is a culture
Not so different from us all
And then there is Ontario
Big and very strong
Whose strength and wealth
Help carry this great land along
In the North we have a presence
Of a people our hearts endear
For they manage to see the brighter side
Of a life most of us would fear
There's and Island in the Atlantic
A place called Newfoundland
That is home to a rugged people
And scenery oh so grand
And then there are the peoples
Who come from distant parts
Immigrants we may call them
But they're Canadians in their hearts
Immigrants is a word that
Describes us to a 'T'
And except for the aboriginals
Our Ancestors came by sea
Now some would like to criticize
For in their hearts they cannot see
The beauty of this country
And the fact that we are free
You don't have to lose your culture
To live in this great land
Just leave your ethenic quarrels
In your own Birth land
You can still enjoy your language
And the customs of your life
For your customs enriches this country
And with that we have no fight
So be proud of Canada
The greatest place on earth
And treat it like you would
The country of your birth
Walter Kenneth Lane Jr
(Halifax, Nova Scotia, Canada)
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-proud-i-am-of-canada/
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