Reflections on Flight

Oh Indian if you could see
From high afloat a jet
The land where once you romped so free
The land one can't forget.

The warrier and his gallant steed,
Standing on a crest,
Could never know the wondrous greed
of Nature in the West.

Or in the north, the beautiful blue
of Myriad million lakes
The rocks, the pines, the hazy hue,
The rivers like curling snakes.

Or in the east, along the shores,
The farms in gentle row,
The scraggy inlets, like giant gores
Hindering the ocean's flow.

This Canada, Oh warrior braves
Has changed since your silent time.
The cacaphony of commerce waves
To the cities' rhythmic rhyme.

The sleepy villages, the busy towns,
Know a peace that n'er was yours.
Your life was free... but it knew bounds...
And on the liner soars.

Comparing then your life to mine
I'm glad that I was given,
The magic of a strato-line
To embrace my land from heaven.