The Dirigible Balloon
Poetry for Children

Because I was asked to write The Great Canadian Sonnet

Listen to Jay reading his poem ...
It flows from true north forests – strong and free,
That perfect golden gift we get to eat.
The reason Beaver gnaws on maple tree
Is proof enough to claim that love is sweet.
But first, in spring a drip in bucket lies.
Laurent le fait bouillier dans une cabane à sucre.
He breathes the sugared vapour as it flies,
Reducing sap to amber, goopy gook
That tastes like God himself would be impressed
If angels put the glorious goo to use.
Drizzle it on bacon – that’s the best
When you’re sitting down to breakfast with a moose.
Now, slather syrup on my hands (and thick!)
It helps me grip my favourite hockey stick.

About the Writer


Jay Brazeau

Jay Brazeau is an emerging poet from Ottawa, Canada but someday he’d like to live in a place where cats strut around in houndstooth jackets. You can find Jay’s poems buried in notebooks crammed onto a small shelf in his closet. But … he once won a hamburger for a poem about chicken (and considered it a pretty good payday).