by Sarah Darling

Created on: July 29, 2008

Memories of a Canadian home

With the sweetest reflection, and a heart full of longing,
I return to my Canadian home to be reborn.
To the bird song of spring and the heavy perfume of a rose garden
I will return.
To a time of my fondest memories, and sweet friendships,
I return to my Canadian home to be reborn.
To the fragrance of leaves burning in the cool October night, I will return.
To the call of the robin when the ice melts in the spring,
I return to my Canadian home to be reborn.
To the warmth of roaring fireplace, burning briskly, on a Christmas Eve, I return to my Canadian to be reborn.

To the shadows that dance in my minds eye, and to a place that no longer exists, but for the memories in my heart,
I return to my Canadian home to be reborn.

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