Dark Waters of Home <br /> <br /> Away you soft seascapes of lovely Nova Scotia<br /> Come the rock coasts of my own Newfoundland<br /> I pine for your beaches and tumultuous waters<br /> So far away, yet in dreams close at hand<br /> <br /> Those dreams they still linger of roaming your shorelines <br /> I long for the days of my youth on your coast<br /> Warm embraces of kinfolk, cool mists of the evenings<br /> All clear to my mind, and so easy to toast<br /> <br /> Of fog shrouded harbours in the quiet of dawn<br /> Of distant fog horns with a mournful sound<br /> Of the quiet labour of fish in the making<br /> These memories now with me clearly abound<br /> <br /> Of the fisher women working in aprons<br /> On bough spread flakes from morning to night<br /> While making fish with lively conversation<br /> Oh what a memory of cherished delight<br /> <br /> Of distant sounds of make and break engines<br /> Piercing from afar the cool early dawn<br /> As fishers reach for the remote fishing grounds<br /> Far away from home and their own native bawn<br /> <br /> Running daily to fog shrouded beaches<br /> Just at the very crack of dawn<br /> To watch the wriggling silvery capelin<br /> Spawning on the smooth rocky bawn<br /> <br /> <br /> Out with the fishers at four in the morning<br /> To jig for squid among the high swells<br /> With peering eyes watching each move<br /> For first signs that dreaded sea sickness tells<br /> <br /> <br /> Then gales of laughter that soon would reach <br /> Tiny ears from across the water so deep<br /> Embarrassing moments for one very young<br /> To make him so very inclined to weep<br /> <br /> <br /> The days now pass swiftly with duties engaged <br /> But come quiet times for reflection and calm<br /> I need these rare moments my soul to recharge<br /> And some time once more for emotional balm<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> John Cornick<br /> Halifax, Nova Scotia<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />   Submitted By: John Cornick