The Pyramid Of Home

When I think of home, I think of all the different people in it As well as the beautifully diverse cultures that inhabit it When I think of home, it’s the anthem that we sing The joy that our bright red flag brings When I think of home, it’s the maple trees that fill our land The turquoise mountains that are strong and grand When I think of home, it’s the Oilers that catch my eye As skates slash the ice with loud roars in the sky When I think of home, it’s the warm blanket with a cup of tea Looking out the window as brilliant snow covers trees When I think of home, it’s the pancakes with my family They warm my heart and soul quite happily