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

Written By: Victoria Rochon