"The Dominion of Canada was officially born on July 1, 1867. Until 1982, July 1 was celebrated as "Dominion Day" to commemorate the day that Canada became a self-governing Dominion. Today it is officially known as Canada Day."
It is with deep sadness that we say goodbye to her. Born in 1867, she lived a wonderful life for generations. She possessed the qualities of the new world - a world that flowed with milk and honey. Adorned with the greenery of the tall pines of British Columbia, her jewelry box always full. Her dresses were made of the magnificent blues with shades of the Great Lakes, small lakes, mixed in about the colours of the Canadian Shield. She made her dresses from resources found within the mountains of splendor from Alberta and British Columbia. Her hair dances like the wheat fields of the Grande Prairies.
She spent many years sharing generously. Many families immigrated, to live on her homestead. Young men went to battle against the evils in past world wars to prevent those whom would try to harm this free, dear lady of peace, love and beauty. They would not allow others to come and steal away her riches. The yarns she weaved, spread out like a carpet draped across her body to be shared and traded for the world to enjoy.
Others desired all she had to offer. They would come from far and wide, from one country to the next. Every race and creed, journeyed across oceans in their quest to enjoy her beauty and the freedoms she offered. Sadly, many died in the battles. Gallant Men raised their weapons. Some worked, building the railroads while others built big cities.
Sicknesses also took the lives of many early settlers who came to her land. For a century, many have enjoyed the sacrifices of those long gone. The flag stood tall in remembrance and an anthem of song sung in unity, a prayer for her, 'God keep our land glorious and free. We stand on guard for thee.' This land, she shared with all, from her early native settlers who for generations lived off her bounty.
Time would tell the rest of her story. The infrastructure grew and covered her land. Over time, the people who dwelled on her land slowly took all she had given them for granted. They forgot the hardships which the first early pioneers endured to reach those destinations and build a homestead - forgetting the tyranny many of them fled from to come and stay in her land.
The ebbs within time, took it's toll on her beauty as she aged. The citizens who once took great care and patriotism, slowly fell asleep in the cooking pot of socialism, "(in Marxist theory) a transitional social state between the overthrow of capitalism and the realization of communism." chiseling away her freedoms like a disease, afflicting years of character. She lived a good life. However, today she has past and no one stood by her bedside, or fought for her freedoms. Thus she died of neglect and a broken heart. The anthem is no longer adhered to. The flag sits frayed and faded, half staff.
Sadly we say good by to this beautiful Canada. The land once flowing with milk and honey. She began her journey raised on Christian values. Now her churches are chained, closed and fenced. Lines of draught now cover her once beautiful face as she awaits the grave. A remnant of patriots try to fight. The powers of a totalitarian government hold the future in their hands.
Challenges of the past years can still turn back to victory. Will an army rise to defend her once again to sing together in unity an anthem to keep the garments of rights and freedoms. Remember the dead and live again. Raise her from the grave, for all to enjoy for centuries to come.
