Leafing through records
Of a minstrel bard,
Pictures in my mind,
Soft and not hard.

With a turn of the page,
I'm standing on stage,
Recounting a life,
Escaping much strife.

Looking at pictures of places,
Turn up the lights,
I can't see their faces.
Shake, rattle and roll,
My shyness must flee,
Dark eyes look out to see...

Cinnamon spice in
Maple Leaf red,
Smiling at me.
How far is my reach?
All the places I've been.

With a shake and tossle
Of charcoal black hair,
Sweat streaming down,
I hit my high notes clear.

Her arms raised high,
Waving at me,
So grown up now, my...

Cinnamon spice in
Maple Leaf red,
Smiling at me,
How far is my reach?
All the places I've been.

Cinnamon spice in
Maple Leaf red,
Calling me, calling me,
Calling me,
Home!

Maple Leaf red,
All grown up now,
Blowing kisses at me.

Cinnamon spice got it out for me!
Maple Leaf red,
I'm blind with sage love,
Can't you see!

Cinnamon spice in
Maple Leaf red
Smiling at me
How far is my reach?
All the places I've been.

Cinnamon spice in
Maple Leaf red,
Calling me, calling me
Calling me...
Home!

(Written December 2, 2006. Posted November 6, 2007)