This poem came our way from 90-year-old Joan Bywater, an avid Peace Arch News reader, submitted by her daughter, Jacqueline Neufeld.
RESOLUTIONS
Happy New Year!
The year’s ‘25
Aren’t you glad that you’re alive?
Up here in the North we’re leaderless
Parliament prorogued — it’s such a mess.
No bright new faces to inspire hope,
The country seems at the end of its rope.
Down South the strident Mr. T
Looks up at us, rubs hands in high glee.
Sees stands of trees, and ores galore.
Says to himself, ‘It’s yours no more."
"Canada could make the fifty-first state
"They should be happy that this is their fate!"
But wait! The True North, strong and free,
Ordinary folk, like you and me,
Canadians all from sea to sea,
And never will a Yankee be.
Happy New Year!
The year’s ‘25!
Don’t you hope that you’ll survive?
Joan Bywater