The brook ran through the wooded hills
and flowed in course out to the sea
Where sheltered by high headlands there
the cove she lived in came to be

Near fishing grounds they settled there
four generations on this shore
That never looked too much beyond
and never looked for nothing more

Their world was narrow like the cove
that nestled down between high hills
Content with family, fish and faith
and to have basic needs fulfilled

She left the cove at seventeen
and moved five miles down the shore
Another cove, another brook
where she would stay for evermore

Three boys, two girls came along
to propagate the family line
And by the time grandchildren came
of old age she felt there were signs

The brook ran bank-full through the hills
in early spring, a sunny day
When she forever moved beyond
the cove, the stretch of shore, the bay

Submitted By: Wayne Taylor, Bonavista