Could a Canadian sunset
surpass that of my own,
here, where the western horizon
is the most glorious I've known?
Here, where I look to the mountains
and the river meanders between,
colours more splendiferous
than any I've ever seen.
Where the lowing of sleek beef cattle
equals those upon prairie or veldt
and the passion of this old Aussie
is the same as Canadians have felt.
It's all part of who God made me,
the places lodged deep in my soul.
Now this old valley is part of it too,
the essence which makes me a whole.
Midi: Canadian Sunset
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