Growing up in the dark and the cold I had a soft spot for the maple leaf: One of ours made his name afar Breaking bones defending a thin blue line I took comfort and found inspiration; turned myself into a defender likewise, We made drawings back then of famous players; and of contemporary downhill racers. We drew them and shared as the children we were In the land of the maple tree I did not grow up to become the me, but the pride of the leaf remains with me still on this day as if it was already mine & for tomorrow as my guiding light
