Oh Canada.

Oh Canada...so the anthem goes.

You are "Hockey Night in Canada," cheese curds, a frosty brewski.

You are snowshoes, a hard-won Balsam fir, Christmas, a snowbound cabin in the deep forest.

You are the haunting cry of a loon at dusk, the plaintive whistle of a passing train in the night.

You are pristine lakes and trembling poplars, the sun on my shoulders as I dip paddle into dancing waters Arctic bound.

You are pan-fried trout, 'dough boys' on a stick, and campfire tales told against the silhouette of whispering pines.

Oh Canada, I have not forgotten you.