Kathryn Warren Poems

I am not an Amazon woman, but I love to dwell
in the lush, green river delta,
that is, to me,
the Ottawa River valley
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Why do I find myself cowering before a virago,
who is putting out her washing on a line,
great, white sheets, flapping wetly in the wind
that is tiding over the time between storms
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C'est dans tes yeux, tes bruns et mes bleus.
L'amour que nous partagerons depuis longtemps.
Apres un separation de cinq ans,
tu restes en face de moi, encore.
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The crowd was so proud of the flag that flew,
they gathered for a peaceful celebration
to mark the birth of their nation, one-hundred-and-forty-nine years ago, and to greet Prime Minister Trudeau.
Snowbirds flew overhead, while pipebands played, ' Oh, Canada'
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Je suis fiere d'etre canadienne, surtout aujourd'hui, fiere de ce pays vaste et naturel.
Les forets, les lacs sont beaux.
Et aussi, tous les animaux.
Les gens assembles a cote sont unifies
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I scramble to the top of a hill, and I look back over the chasm I've spanned. After I pause to catch my breath, I reach out to
take God's hand. Never was the air so fresh, the grass so sweet
and clean. Freedom HAS a countenance, the fairest, I've ever seen.
And as I look back across the land, I think about the others;
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I scramble to the top of a hill, and I look back over the chasm I've spanned. After I pause to catch my breath, I reach out to
take God's hand. Never was the air so fresh, the grass so sweet
and clean. Freedom HAS a countenance, the fairest, I've ever seen.
And as I look back across the land, I think about the others;
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