Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Friday, January 16, 2009

Poem with Meter and Rhyme Scheme

I hate to be late for work,
Early I wake just in case,
For it is mean to be seen,
Coming in like it’s a race.

I should and could go to school,
I leave not without a degree,
For all my friends that have quit,
I hope you view what I see.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Canadian Identity Response


Hockey sticks, polar bears and all those beavers,
These are the symbols which define Canada from the rest,
Eh, the Loonie and the maple leaf to say the least,
This is what makes Canada the ultimate best.

The beautiful landscape,
Leaves at fall must be raked,
The winter brings many snowflakes,
A deal to trade countries, I will never take.


Canada does not need a bigger identity,
Britain is already Canada’s little kitty.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Canadian Poetry Assignment


Canada
Stephan Stephansson (1853 – 1927)

It was formerly believed, on a sea-battered shore
though the storm at home blasted,
that in the distant west there still lay lands,
where calm and sun never ended,
for there the good season had found it's retreat
and freedom and compassion - all that is best.
They set no sail, but thought high,
by the ocean they dreaming stood,
as the sun slid into the lowest west
in the evening's blue-misted spring dusk,
then hope and desire glide out with the breeze
on the still-blank, sun gilt, wide armed sea.
Though oceans still flood, that separate lands,
the passage across is effortless.
And our Markland, Canada, its genius and care
the world held out to you over the sea.
To the Greeks you could only appear in a poem -
but to Icelandic sea kings you gave yourself first.
Still human hope turns its tired eyes
from the east, to dream about you -
you proved good to all, who loved you fervently,
who possess here rapture and home.
And all with you is fullfilled and able to root
which the unquiet spirit has dreamed best.

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This harmonic poem about Canada by the famous Icelander, Stephan Stephansson portrays Canada as a majestic land where everything seems perfect. Stephansson was born in Iceland and emigrated to the U.S and later landed in Alberta, Canada. He wrote this poem because he was inspired by Canada’s landscape and the lifestyle that comes with it. He mentions that while he was in Iceland, he often dreamed about coming west to Canada where “calm and sun never ended,” which exhibits his desire toward living in Canada. I think this poem really demonstrates how people from all around the world come to immigrate to Canada because of how beautiful the landscape is. It also portrays that at the time that it was written; people describe Canada as place of “freedom and compassion”. I chose this poem about Canada because it depicts Canada in the same way that I would describe it as.

Friday, January 9, 2009

What Canada Means to Me Poem

Canada oh Canada
It’s my home and native land
I have been living here all my life
I love it more than an island surrounded by sand

It brings me joy both day and night
Even when my schedule gets tight
But I will not give up without a fight
Because I know that my future is bright

When there is trouble in the world
And the world needs a police
Canada is well known to always
Solve the issues and keep the peace

Hockey, nature, people and so much more
Canada is a country that is worth dying for

Thursday, January 8, 2009

how my outer landscape affected my inner one

I think being born and raised in Canada, i am prone to be more lenient with life than one is thought to be. Canada has warm summers and freezing winters, which makes many Canadians change their way of living from season to season. For instance in the summer, a drive down to Oakville for a friends birthday party isn't a lot to ask for. but if it were winter time with some snow on the ground, i would not even mention the arrangement with my mother because i know that it would horrible for her to drive from Mississauga to Oakville in the harsh weather conditions. Canadians landscape also has turned me into a more patient person. Waiting for the snow to melt so i could play outside as a kid was tough but proved to help with my patience and gave me time to explore other activities.