The Maple Leafs are falling
On foreign soil once again,
To be scattered cross the desert
By unforgiving Asian wind.
This dust is barren, unprotected,
Unlike his field of wheat;
The sand is so unlike his Maritimes,
No majestic Rockie peak.
He hears a lonely Piper now,
Black boots marching through the snow,
The warm drape of the Maple Leaf,
Tells him all he has to know.
Four winds have gently cast the Leaf,
To land on home terrain,
Flying freely there, he will declare,
His fall was not in vain.
**
J.S. McGregor
On foreign soil once again,
To be scattered cross the desert
By unforgiving Asian wind.
This dust is barren, unprotected,
Unlike his field of wheat;
The sand is so unlike his Maritimes,
No majestic Rockie peak.
He hears a lonely Piper now,
Black boots marching through the snow,
The warm drape of the Maple Leaf,
Tells him all he has to know.
Four winds have gently cast the Leaf,
To land on home terrain,
Flying freely there, he will declare,
His fall was not in vain.
**
J.S. McGregor
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THE REASON WHY THEY ARE THERE: THE MONSTER
Whether his death is justified or not,
Only God can reassure those who fought.
We will continue to discuss whether it was right or wrong,
And debate the issue all day long.
The fact is that he was a monster and out of control,
And I think most would agree, that he probably did not have a soul.
I wonder what his answers to God would have been,
And if he even dared to acknowledge any of his sins?
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