The Beaver Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

The Beaver

With flags in the air
Some sing and celebrate:
'Is The Day of Foundation? '

Yes, it is,
They are right.

Who are they?
Invaders?
Immigrants?
New? Old?
Settlers?

Just a few see the depth,
Buffalos are gone, dead,
The gatherer and hunter!

Life has changed,
Life has changed,
Life has changed!

Expanded, farms, farmers,
The buildings killed rivers.

I recite the poem,
Poet seeks humans,
He hears: 'It is rare! '

I look for the creeks,
And beavers playing!

Life has changed,
Life has changed,
Life has changed!

Beaver sits on the Nickle!
Beaver sits on the Nickle!
Beaver sits on the Nickle!

Have a happy Canada Day!
Have a happy Canada Day!