‘Fair and free’
Dear Editor:
Three oceans wash upon our shores; Great cities rise. From time before,
The ancient ice uncovered scores; Of rivers, lakes and mineral stores.
From fertile soil grow forests tall, And prairie wheat to feed us all.
The rugged mountains rise so high; They keep white snow against the sky.
We share our space with those who come, From war or need to make a home,
Who bring a talent, trade or skill, Our great potential to fulfil,
To build on all our forbears gave, And earn a share of what we have.
Before the sun sets on this age,
And politicians turn the page,
We all should recognize that we
Are born Canadian, fair and free.
Arlene Callaghan,
Fergus
