the leaf

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
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