In Newfoundland’s mist, the boat rocks and sways,Captain’s voice booms, a tempest of rage,“Cast your lines quicker! What’s taking so long?”His patience is thin, like the line that’s all wrong. The cod tease and dart, just out of our reach,With every missed bite, he lets out a screech.“Move to the next spot! We’ll find them,…

In the heart of the dusk, where shadows play, we gather ‘round in this rustic way, In a shed worn thin by the years’ embrace, Where our laughter rings in this humble space. The wood fire stove burns its cozy tune, with crackling warmth under the moon, While the scent of oil and rusted tools,…