Poetry
The Maple Leaf
Of Concrete & Glass Collection
{This poem is from a collection of poetry that is half light, half dark. Part 1, Dawn, is about beauty. Part 2, Twilight, is about the darker aspects of humanity, society and the world.}
DAWN
The Maple Leaf
The symbol of our country,
Lying dead on the ground.
The redness has faded,
The leaf has been crushed.
Is this the proud symbol of Canada?
Thrown about in the wind,
Carelessly tossed and unnoticed
By strangers, bustling about.
Is this the proud symbol of Canada?
A plain, little leaf,
Painted on our nation’s flag,
Hardly the size of our hands,
The maple leaf on the ground.