Canada, You’re Like My Favourite One-Day Uncle and I Love You
Oh, Canada, on your 150th birthday, you’re old enough now to hear this: keep your promises
Oh, Canada, on your 150th birthday, you’re old enough now to hear this: keep your promises
It was not quite midnight as I drove home north on 95th Street from downtown Edmonton, past the glowing Burger Baron sign, the dark pawnshops, the queasy light from various convenience store windows and the ever-present drug trade hopping off and on bikes, out of backpacks, through car windows, into cupped hands. I craned to […]