Emily Pauline Johnson

[Tekahionwake] (10 March 1861 – 7 March 1913 / Chiefswood, Ontario)

Emily Pauline Johnson Poems

41. The Overture 1/1/2004
42. The Cattle Country 1/1/2004
43. The Birds' Lullaby 4/7/2010
44. Hare-Bell 1/1/2004
45. Re-Voyage 1/1/2004
46. The Archers 1/1/2004
47. The Song My Paddle Sings 4/7/2010
48. The Flight Of The Crows 1/1/2004
49. Christmastide 1/1/2004
50. Guard Of The Eastern Gate 1/1/2004
51. The Mariner 1/1/2004
52. The Happy Hunting Grounds 1/1/2004
53. The Camper 1/1/2004
54. The Maple 1/1/2004
55. Lady Icicle 1/1/2004
56. A Toast 1/1/2004
57. The Lifting Of The Mist 1/1/2004
58. The Train Dogs 1/1/2004
59. The Legend Of Qu'Appelle Valley 1/1/2004
60. Mosses 1/1/2004
61. Calgary Of The Plains 1/1/2004
62. The Sleeping Giant (Thunder Bay, Lake Superior) 1/1/2004
63. The Lost Lagoon 1/1/2004
64. Nocturne 1/1/2004
65. Overlooked 1/1/2004
66. In Grey Days 1/1/2004
67. The Corn Husker 1/1/2004
68. Good-Bye 1/1/2004
69. The Riders Of The Plains 1/1/2004
70. Day Dawn 1/1/2004
71. In The Shadows 1/1/2004
72. Shadow River 1/1/2004
73. The Homing Bee 1/1/2004
74. Penseroso 1/1/2004
75. At Crow's Nest Pass 1/1/2004
76. A Prodigal 1/1/2004
77. At Husking Time 1/1/2004
78. The Wolf 1/1/2004
79. Lullaby Of The Iroquois 1/1/2004
80. Rainfall 1/1/2004

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Best Poem of Emily Pauline Johnson

Canadian Born

We first saw light in Canada, the land beloved of God;
We are the pulse of Canada, its marrow and its blood:
And we, the men of Canada, can face the world and brag
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

Few of us have the blood of kings, few are of courtly birth,
But few are vagabonds or rogues of doubtful name and worth;
And all have one credential that entitles us to brag--
That we were born in Canada beneath the British flag.

We've yet to make our money, we've yet to make our fame,
But we have gold and glory in our clean colonial ...

Read the full of Canadian Born

Your Mirror Frame

Methinks I see your mirror frame,
Ornate with photographs of them.
Place mine therein, for, all the same,
I'll have my little laughs at them.

For girls may come, and girls may go,
I think I have the best of them;
And yet this photograph I know
You'll toss among the rest of them.

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