Just before midnight, Christmas Eve, I took a walk on down the lane; When everyone was in their homes, And lights shone through the window panes. Smoke slowly curled from chimney tops, and rose almost straight in the air As people made their way to Church, to celebrate in Christmas prayer. I thought as I…
In forest glade the fir tree slumbered, covered by the winter snow; And in his being was one with nature, saw the seasons come and go Round about its kindred fellows, likewise waited without sound; For some way they sensed within them, a special season would soon come It waited with the expectation, that it…
Rusty Red The rusty stains run down along the shelving slope of lichened cliff From ancient grapnels stored on top that once had moored the harbour’s skiffs Once mooring skiffs on collar in the shelter of the island’s lee Or mooring cod traps in their berths but now just relics stored to see By folks…
Newfoundland is a special place. It is a mystical place where the sea meets the land, amid swirling tides; A place of shingle and sand beaches, of sea stacks and caves, and offshore breakers. It is a spiritual place where the greater universe Is felt, seen and heard in the crashing of waves along rugged…
Broken Panes Through broken panes in window sash remnants of lace flap in the wind she hung with care in years gone by the only softness she saw then Once in a while she’d go into the parlour and look out the bay through lace that softened cliffs and waves and she would dream of…
Guide Book<br /> <br /> Puffins and whales, icebergs and cliffs<br /> and quilts on clotheslines in the wind<br /> Capelin are rolling on the sand<br /> lighthouses, coves around each bend <br /> <br /> The guidebook shows all of these scenes<br /> with lost and found themes all around<br /> Alluring images for…
Burgundy Upon the higher hills that look away out to the western up across the bay I picked some burgundy partridgeberries on one fine, sunny,breezy autumn day So late down in the fall it was that now the berries were far gone beyond the red that is their color earlier in the season and so…
Root Cellars<br /> <br /> When our forefathers came to these rugged old shores<br /> In generations which have long gone<br /> They wrestled a living from the land and the sea<br /> Through days that were hard and were long<br /> They cleared the woodlands and barrens to plant<br /> In soil that was…
Elliston Town<br /> <br /> O come let’s go down to Elliston Town,<br /> if you have a fun time on your mind<br /> Where puffins are flying and whales are swimming<br /> come on and have a good time<br /> Surely you know, that if you do go<br /> to the Puffin Festival by…
Downhome Someday, sometime, in future years some old Downhomers will be found Dust covered, in an attic where for years they had lain all around Where they were stored by someone who thought they might be of interest to Someone who later would come by and pick them up and scan them through What will…
