Pause for poetry:
Michael Hawkes /3

O Canada

A poem by Michael Hawkes


I don’t care about heaven

the world’s enough for me.

I don’t need all of it, but this northern bit

between the sea and shining sea.


Perhaps heaven’s not a fantasy,

not mere pie up in the sky,

but a here and present mystery

to be exalted by.


When we’ve learned to love the mountains

and to respect their wild domains,

when we’re unafraid of tundra

and in awe of sky filled plains;


when our hearts are full of wonder,

freed of greed for gains,

we will have earned this piece of heaven

and be rewarded for our pains.



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Michael Hawkes is an 80-year-old survivor of all the world’s wars. He learned and (loved to rhyme) by torturing the hymns he had to sing at school. A retired West Coast fisherman living in Montreal since 2013, he is an unschooled Grandpa Moses writing an average of five poems every week.

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