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A Fine Canadian Whine

That funny sound across the land

Is not the geese in flying band

That sound across this country mine

Is just a fine Canadian whine


Photo by Hamlin Grange
Photos by Hamlin Grange ©

We whine and whine about our weather

Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter,

We whine at snow, heat, fog and rain

We whine, we carp and we complain


“Winter is hell”, we cried and said

(Forgetting hell is hot and red)

“Come Spring, come soon, or we shall rot”

So Spring herself is what we got


Blog Photo - Arbor and pink clematis

Blog Photo - Pink Clematis

We’d dreamed of Spring’s so-pretty flowers

Forgetting Spring’s cold wind and showers

Spring came with those accompaniments

Arousing such crude sentiments


“Can you believe this awful cold?”

“Come on now Spring, break Winter’s hold!”

“Can you believe this awful wet?”

“Good God, this Spring is the worse yet!”


Blog Photo - Bloodroot

And on and on Canadians go

As if our lives were full of woe

Day in, day out we moan and groan

As if bad weather were ours alone


But grateful gardeners aren’t such grumps

We take the good and take the bumps

We welcome all the days of Spring

And give our thanks for what they bring


Blog Photo -  Blooming rhubarb

And so we wait the Winter out

And though at times we feel some doubt

We know that flowers need the rain

Without it, we would toil in vain


Without it, what would be the point

Without it, we’d be rolling joints

Oh, wait – out by our West-Coast way

Some people do that night and day


Blog Photo - Crocus in Spring

Okay, alright that was a slur

‘Gainst folks whose Springs are oft a blur

Of rain.  Offense, they do deserve it not

(Their “B.C. Bud”  is known as hot)


My West Coast friends, I will refrain

From mention of your weed and rain

I will not write about your pot

At least I will not write a lot


Blog Photo - Blue clematis2

Back to my garden I will go

Back to a subject that I know

And walk between the growing plants

And tend to what the garden wants


At evening, sounds rise o’er the land

(It’s not the geese in flying band)

That pleasant sigh is me and mine

Sipping a fine Canadian wine.


All Photos by Hamlin Grange ©

I’m dedicating this poem to my friends on Canada’s west coast, hoping their sense of humour is working well today.

And  especially to Louise, in Niagara-On-The-Lake, who has a lovely garden, and her husband Neil, who loved his work at a winery in Niagara-on-the-Lake.  Despite the uncertain weather of some growing seasons,  the story of Canadian wineries (in both the east and the west) is remarkable, with many award-winning wines. Way to go, Canadian wines!  

21 thoughts on “A Fine Canadian Whine”

    1. The weed is a big current topic here, as hundreds of farmers have received licenses to grow it legally, for medicinal purposes.
      I’m now realizing that I went into entirely the wrong profession. Apparently one can make a lot of money growing medicinal marijuana.

      1. I expect one can! Marijuana is a topic of discussion here as well but is currently over-shadowed by the subject of synthetic legal highs. Many are saying that we are wasting our time debating or allowing the sale of synthetic legal highs with their dubious safety record and should concentrate on legalising marijuana. I don’t know if that would include growing medicinal marijuana. The eyes of the ‘powers that be” are probably watching Vancouver’s experience with interest.

  1. What a beautiful and humorous poem!!! Really enjoyed it, Cynthia. The accompanying photos are lovely too. 🙂 Have a lovely May Day. Iris.

    1. Thanks for liking it.
      Happy May Day to you, too, Iris.
      I’m trying to remember if this is the day when, as children, we used to dance around the maypole!

      1. Actually, I was trying to search for a song for May Day. I came across this lovely folk song by the King’s Singers on youtube. Thought you might like to listen to it. The link is:

        Have a lovely day, too, Cynthia.

    1. So would I. The clematis vines actually bloom a bit later – so 2 pix are from last year. But the others are blooming now.
      We’ve actually had a very slow spring – but I’m not complaining.

  2. How clever you are! I cannot write poetry at all. Any attempt always seems to end up like a limerick with double entendres. My youngest daughter is embarrassed/amused by this knack I have. ‘Just don’t go there!’ she says after I’ve recited a couple of lines…

    1. So here’s the truth:
      I can’t write poetry either. I get embarrassed when I refer to the stuff I write as poetry.

      But after I had the car accident, there were long stretches where thinking and speaking coherently were very difficult. Scrabble, a game I’d loved, was impossible. Only my family ever saw me in those times. And therapists.

      So one day I wrote one line.
      Then forced myself to write a line that matched.
      Then the next day I added a couple more. and now, almost every “poem” I write is created at times where thinking and speaking are challenging.
      What’s more, I try to make them fun, to uplift my spirits.
      I admire poets, but if I hadn’t been backed into a corner, I doubt that I would even have tried.

      1. You are a brave woman and a fighter I can see. I have never had the misfortune to have been injured in an accident but I do know physical and mental pain and I know the only way to get through is to rise above it – block it out if possible – fight it and try to find something to laugh at. It is so hard to do but worth it especially when one sees the faces of loved ones start to relax as well. I have had rheumatoid arthritis since I was in my mid-twenties and when I first had it diagnosed my eldest daughter was only 13 weeks. My first husband had just left me as he couldn’t cope and I could hardly walk or even hold my baby without severe pain. I got through it all though and with the help of family, friends and lots of medication I am here nearly thirty years older and a stronger better woman. (And with a better husband too!) I still get a lot of pain and discomfort but I don’t regard it as relevant to my life. I mean, I don’t let it interfere too much with the way I want to live. Things do get better as long as you have hope. May God bless you

      2. Thanks so much, Clare. How challenging. And how inspiring.

        So kind of you to share this.

        But me, brave? Nah. I am so scared and miserable some days that I’d run away from myself if possible! (smile) I just haven’t found that particular wardrobe yet…. Thank you again.

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