" i sit and watch the ocean waves lap gently at the shore, and as i watch, my thoughts go back to bishops cove once more. my recollections are so clear, yet i’ve been gone for fifty years. i see the house upon a hill where sometimes, as a child, i’d watch in fascination as atlantic storms ran wild. and wonder how my life would be, if i could go beyond that sea. i see the outline of the snow piled high against the window pane, as ‘round the glowing stove we’d sit to watch the raging blizzard wane. and yet the blizzard’s praise we’d sing, it brought us snow for randying. i see the little one room school, where i spent many endless days, and learned my lessons while i longed to spend my time in other ways. i yearned to leave that schoolhouse door to fish and dream along the shore. i see that narrow gravel road that winds its way beside the sea, where lovers walk and children play in peaceful, calm serenity. how many trysts have been bestowed, along that winding gravel road. i see the little fishing boats set out at dawn, by twos and threes, skimming the waves as tiny sails, catch the early morning breeze. on shore we await that moment when, we see their safe return again. now i sit here, quite content, living once more near the sea, though far across the continent from where, back then, i used to be. but still, as through this land i rove, my thoughts go back to bishops cove. "   Submitted By: NULL