Wednesday, July 15, 2015

Niagara Sonnet Four: Ode to Canada


My country was the destination near
of immigrant, traveller, visitors,
and men and women sojourned on our shore
made haste from old dominions rung with tears
They left in boats as Syrian refugees,
the dead of night had hid them, and they rowed,
arriving with their children in the flow
of time, through oceans, poverty's disease.
To freedom!—people called with libertine.
Their hearts were softened to a native land
where people stood together hand in hand.
Their eyes were widened, they began to sing
We are the patriot wanderers home,
in all of us command our hearts aglow!

Emily Isaacson