Grey Stone Isle <br /> <br /> Oh Grey Stone Isle of my youth<br /> The one for me most reflecting the truth<br /> The one I love above all others<br /> The one I choose given my druthers<br /> <br /> The little boats out in the bay<br /> Gently bobbing on the ocean swell<br /> Bring back fond memories galore<br /> Of grand old times spent on that shore<br /> <br /> The rocks and rills encasing the hill<br /> Are purple in the twilight's still<br /> And golden in the setting sun<br /> Where else would I ever choose to run<br /> <br /> Than o'er it's beaches wild with foam<br /> And o'er it's combers free to roam<br /> In trap skiff or in dory fair<br /> The greatest solitude meets me there<br /> <br /> From Northern Bay to Norman's Bight<br /> Oh what times of pure delight<br /> Or further out to Random Isle<br /> Away from home by many a mile<br /> <br /> The granite headlands meet my eye<br /> As round the point I seek to ply<br /> And when offshore a mile or two<br /> I feel alone in solitude<br /> <br /> Then looking shore ward there in splendour<br /> Lies the rocky coast of home<br /> Reminding me of my safe harbour<br /> And the need to sail there even harder <br /> <br /> With billowing sails at my heels<br /> Only heaven knows how it feels<br /> The wind and water cross my face<br /> Bring quiet moments of redeeming grace<br /> <br /> All troubles flee my earthly frame<br /> And leave me free once more again<br /> To mingle with kinfolk spirits there<br /> In solitude on the &quot;grand old mare&quot;<br /> <br /> And if a bird should so alight<br /> On my gunwale in a way so sprite<br /> To converse with him would be my aim<br /> With someone I know by his first name<br /> <br /> For birds may be for us a twin<br /> The embodiment of our long lost kin<br /> And have a wish with us to converse<br /> Their only need in this universe<br /> <br /> But sight of grey stone brings me back<br /> To sudden reality right on track<br /> Back from those dreams of days of yore<br /> On that lovely rocky foam clad shore<br /> <br /> I've been away to foreign shores<br /> And travelled many a mile for sure<br /> But a place so comforting I've not been<br /> As those Grey Stone shores I long to be in<br /> <br /> If ever I chance to return to that isle<br /> It will for sure cause me to smile<br /> And leave there again I never will<br /> No matter if other places offer a thrill<br /> <br /> <br /> John Cornick<br /> Halifax, Nova Scotia<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />   Submitted By: John Cornick