When I think of Canada;
I think about
10’ tall snow banks in Quebec city and snow blowers,
not your mama’s snow blower either.
The beautiful clear winter days with a wind-chill of only a few degrees below zero.
The great big Catholic churches in the center of each little town.
Waiting for the ref to drop the puck and having no clue what he’s saying, I don’t even know what my teammates are saying!
French or English, doesn’t matter we all speak hockey.
When I think about Canada I first think of hockey.
Happy Canada day to all my Canadien friends
and Canadiens at heart.