By Andrea Coli, Calgary, AB
Canada, young Nation, former Colony
Grew up those days in 1917
When Her fine young men showed up to fight
For King, for Country and the right to be Free
Showed the world what courage meant
How we stand, on guard, for thee.
After improbable victory at the ridge called Vimy
As from day to night began to turn
Tears fell on blood-soaked dirt,
So many brave hearts laid to rest
The respect of all, well-earned.
On guard, they stood, for thee.
Acorns gathered by a wounded hand
Grew into trees in our faraway land
Now are returned as their Legacy,
As Canada’s proud soldiers then,
Now these oaks will stand,
On guard, for you and for me.