When at Last <br /> <br /> <br /> And when at last I lay me down<br /> I who have seen lifes stresses<br /> Take me back to Newfoundland<br /> There let me lay my tresses<br /> <br /> There atop a stony knoll<br /> Away from earthly contacts I rue<br /> Alone at last neath ashen skies <br /> Of silence born from azure blue<br /> <br /> The only company that I long<br /> Would be a pine towering overhead<br /> To sing along with me the tune<br /> Of the eternal living dead<br /> <br /> But then again if loved ones appear<br /> To lay on me some Newfie cheer<br /> Then that&acirc;€™s OK and sits well with me<br /> As long as it includes a case of beer<br /> <br /> And we can sit and quaff a few<br /> Neathe that pine I so adore<br /> Home I am with friends galore<br /> Swapping yarns on friendly shores <br /> <br /> A somber to light poetic effort <br /> <br /> <br /> John Cornick<br /> Halifax, Nova Scotia<br />   Submitted By: John Cornick