If I could but let my thoughts roam out
Along the shoreline on this beautiful day
It would so ease my troubled mind
And all my fears allay

If I could but let my thoughts roam out
And soar so free along the bay
And see below my beloved home
Laid out in full array

Could I but let my thoughts roam out
On this first day of Spring
Here in this wonderful isle of ours
Where sights and sounds so truly ring

Could I but let my thoughts roam out
Amid the warm and sunny sky
That is Summer there in all it's charm
It holds me fast I can't deny

If I could but let my thoughts roam out
And soar amongst my kinfolk there
Where Autumn's colors fills the scene
Presenting colors so very rare

If I could but let my thoughts roam out
And touch my loved ones there below
Amid the cold and blustery scene
That is Winter there in Conception Bay

Could I but let my thoughts roam out
To sacred scenes of yesteryear
So clear in my mind's eye
They bring to me a tear

Could I but let my thoughts roam out
In times of joy or times of stress
It would for me be a wonderful feeling
One of greatest feelings I guess


John Cornick
Halifax, Nova Scotia
May 27, 2016