Rockbound Memories <br /> <br /> Oh take me back to my rockbound isle<br /> Though it be afar by many a mile<br /> <br /> I want to wander more its shores<br /> And hear again its ocean roars<br /> <br /> And feel the cool mists on my face<br /> I would so fondly them embrace<br /> <br /> And smell the salt sea laden air<br /> To there I would so gladly repair<br /> <br /> The scent of bark pots on the boil<br /> Awaiting nets and ropes in coil<br /> <br /> The smell of offal under stage<br /> Wafting ore me at a tender age<br /> <br /> The sounds of engines make and break<br /> Harkening to me from ore the flake<br /> <br /> The sounds of aprons on the swish<br /> As fisher women make the fish<br /> <br /> The smell and taste of home made bread<br /> None left over, not a shred<br /> <br /> Geranium pots on the window sill<br /> Were Fannys pride and utmost thrill<br /> <br /> The familiar sound of thump thump thump<br /> Echoing from the hand water pump<br /> <br /> The soft feel of the feather beds<br /> As we pulled the covers ore our heads<br /> <br /> The two seated swing with attached windmill<br /> We loved to ride to our utter thrill<br /> <br /> The cold feel of canvas on our feet<br /> As we jumped from bed the morn to greet<br /> <br /> The smell of mint in early morn<br /> Wafting through windows as the day was born<br /> <br /> The twine shed where Edgars nets were mended<br /> And Hughies bike in pieces upended<br /> <br /> These are some things I remember best<br /> Whenever my memory is put to the test<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Some salient memories of my youthful days spent in NL and particularly in Petty Harbour. <br /> <br /> <br /> John Cornick<br /> Halifax, Nova Scotia <br /> <br />   Submitted By: John Cornick