Uncle Abraham <br /> <br /> Old Uncle Abraham lived to ninety four<br /> and was carried on the hill one winter's day<br /> When blew a nor&acirc;€™west gale of fifty mile<br /> and snow and spray came drifting off the bay<br /> He had no other relatives around<br /> his younger brother left long years ago<br /> And made his way up to the Boston States<br /> and never did return home to the cove<br /> The local congregation all came by<br /> as he was laid to rest while raged the storm<br /> And mindful of the snow and of the cold<br /> they hurried quickly back to kitchens warm <br /> <br /> The winter that he died was fifty-three<br /> no message, nor no visitor came by<br /> As years moved quickly on, just memories<br /> of Uncle Abraham remained sometimes<br /> The old homestead just underneath the hill<br /> was unattended and fell to decay<br /> And no one paid attention to the spot<br /> until a stranger came on summer's day<br /> He seemed to have some knowledge of the cove<br /> that couldn't have come from the internet<br /> It was a mystery why he had come<br /> to look around the cove a little bit<br /> <br /> He never made an effort to converse<br /> nor did he knock at all upon a door<br /> Just walked around the harbour and the cove<br /> as if he had been here some time before<br /> He seemed to pay attention to the place<br /> where Uncle Abraham Mouland used to be<br /> Although the remnants of the old homestead<br /> were long overgrown by full-sized aspen trees<br /> And likewise he poked through the spruce and fir<br /> that all but covered ancient marble stones <br /> Then nearing twilight got into his car<br /> and in a little while he was gone<br /> <br /> Wayne Taylor (Bonavista)<br />   Submitted By: wayne taylor