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from coast to capital the old stones gather...parliament glass and harbour light in one breath...a new machine hums where hands once taught the future...people trade their stories for work and warmth...voices tally hope against the ledger of days...and the country listens...slow as tide and oath...fog and salt keep the maritimes’ small secrets...lobster boats rock like lullabies at dawn...kitchen tables stitch together lost paycheques...church basements warm the ones who carry on...children chase gulls past weathered wharves and piers...neighbors pass bread...and the radio reads names...quebec wakes to brass bands and subway footsteps...cafés argue softly over language and rain...students map tomorrow on napkins and notebooks...elders hum the rivers’ old...remembered names...street murals hold the arguments of the night...and the river keeps both laughter and the law...ontario’s rivers hold the city’s shadow...rideau stones remember treaties and trains...nurses fold the night into a patient’s pillow...neighbours raise a roof against the rising strains...suburbs hum with second jobs and schoolyard plans...libraries keep the maps of who we hope to be...across the prairies the horizon is a promise...fields of grain and smoke that blur the sky...farm trucks slow for convoys of fleeing houses...hands pass water...bread...and lullabies...grain elevators stand like sentries of the past...and every harvest counts the cost of coming storms...in alberta the rigs keep their patient vigil...small towns debate the shape of what will be...kids trade hockey cards for maps of distant futures...mothers teach their children how to read the sea...parks hold petitions...and the diner keeps the news...while the land argues softly with the drill...british columbia’s cedars keep their counsel...salmon silver the stories of the tide...firelight paints the faces of the watchmen...coastal songs and city lights walk side by side...ferries stitch the islands to the mainland’s pulse...and rain writes names on every windowpane...up north the long light bends around the elders...snow keeps the names of those who came before...children kick a ball beneath the midnight sun...laughing...stones gather...stones remember...and we sing once more...auroras stitch the sky with old and new designs...from east to west...south to north...the country breathes...