by Lester Ann Hyde Jensen
When Mom was just a little girl
Grandma used to say
United States was better
In almost every way.
Why it was like a garden
With beauty everywhere.
Surely the street were paved with gold
And people had no cares.
So one day when Mom was older
To go there was her dream
She wanted to see the garden
So great and lush and green.
Now Mother lived in Alberta and
Montana's just south or the border.
And when she finally crossed that line,
The landscape nearly floored her.
Why USA was quite the same
In each and every way.
She decided Canada was her home
And home was where she'd stay.
The story doesn't end there
There was family there she found.
She learned that she did love them,
And their love for her was sound.
Though she didn't find the Eden
She had expected there
She found the Eden of her family
For whom she learned to care.
And then the moral came to her
Grandma loved her native land
Not only for the greatness
But because of her Van Dam clan.
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