Lest We Forget, Remembrance Day For Canada, Coming Out Of Protest Mode To Write Again

I was asked by my honourable member of parliament to write on my blog again, I protested enough and missed writing, I promised him I would start writing again on Remembrance Day so we all do not forget old wars Canada took part in, and the present Trump war with his tariff concept on the American business partner, namely Canada. I came up with a phrase based on the song by The Tragically Hip, "New Orleans Is Sinking", under Trump, the United States is sinking and they all got to swim, Canada has a super tanker, do they all want to buy a ticket for survival?

The image for this post consists of my stack of Holy Bibles with my Canadian Coast Guard Beret with a poppy on it and a plastic flower pinned to it. In my stack of Bibles I also have the complete works of the Scottish National Poet, Robbie Burns. From this book I will be transcribing his piece of genius creation which is as follows:

Postscript

My memory's worth a preen:

I had amaist forgotten clean,

Ye bade me write you what they mean

By this 'new-light,'

'Bout which our herds sae aft hae been

Maist like to fight.

In days when mankind were but callans

At Grammar, Logic, an' sic talents,

They took nae pains their speech to balance,

Or rules to gie,

But spak their thoughts in plain, braid Lallans,

Like you or me. 

In thae auld times,they thought the Moon,

Just like a sark, or pair o' shoon,

Gaed past their viewing,

An' shortly after she was done

They gat a new one.

This past for certain, undisputed ;

It ne'er cam i' their heads to doubt it,

Tillchiels gat up an' wad confute it,

An' ca'd it wrang ;

An' muckle din there was about it, 

Baith loud an' lang.

Some herds, well learn'd upo' the beuk,

Wad threap auld folk the thing misteuk ;

For 'twas the auld moon turn'd a neuk,

An' out o' sight,

An' bucklins-comin, to the leuk,

She grew mair bright.

This was deny'd, it was affirm'd ;

The heds and hissels were alarm'd :

The rev'rend gray-breards rav'd an' storm'd,

the beardless laddies

Should think they better were inform'd

Than their auld daddies.

She grew mair bright.

She grew mair bright.