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The Christmas Tree
The Christmas Tree
It was right before Christmas and I know it was cold
The wood stove was groaning, all cracked up and old
A large snowy tree was dragged in the room
Leaving a mess that Mom chased with her broom
Then Dad with his hammer and nails made a stand
And tied it with string to the wall with his hand
It was a magical moment and we danced near the tree
Hanging tinsel, small toys, and an Angel, you see
She stood at the top so elegant and poised
That we all stopped laughing and making our noise
For a moment transfixed, then back to our chore
Decorating the tree and clamoring for more
To hang on the branches as our hands stuck with myrrh
And the house smelled like Christmas and a great Balsom Fir.
Written by: Jean Legge Hiscock
Hunting Bull Birds
ave you ever walked out over the "young" harbor ice
Blue black and so thin
That it cracked and rented under your feet
And you think any minute that you would fall in
But leaning on the dory, with creepers on your feet
You'd creep quickly along with thought forlorn
Above the water dark and deep.
Then suddenly in the distance the open sea appears
But you cannot stop our you might go through
And take the other men with uou
Then suddenly the dory is pushed into the lapping waves
And you have jump with a kerk-plunk unto the dory staves
Or fall into the ocean blue and curtail the trip for them and you
Now the little Bull Bird is so fast and quick upon the rolling sea
That you have row with all your might to keep in line with he
And often when the gun was set to eject the deadly blow
The little bird had disappeared within the depths below
Then you wait and wonder where he'd reappear
And if you were in line with him your mate would have to steer
And you'd fire the shot as quick as a wink
Or the bird would not be there.
Leaving the chopping water was a tricky game as well
To row the dory unto the ice and away from the ocean's swell
And quickly jumping overboard, and pulling with all of your might
Until the dory was safe and dry upon the ice so tight
So we would creep home as we did go upon the ice so blue
Hoping that we would not fall in and catch a terrible flu
The little birds lay in the boat ; but only then a few
Enough to roast for supper, unless mother had a stew.
The Fish Hawk ( Osprey? )
Have you ever watched the fish hawk
Dive for his evening meal
As he glides upon the wind so free
And hovers high with such accuracy
Over the prey below
The plunges headlong into the cove
To strike the deadly blow.
They say that the fluttering of his wings
Attracts the fish below
To rise up to the surface, and then its life bestow
To the piercing talons of the hawk
For it seems God would have it so
If it is not the fluttering of the wings
That brings the fish to the piercing stings
It must be the radar vision of the bird's eyes
That allows him to see so far down
And bring the fish in unto the ground
This very industrious, and skillful bird
Is not a scavenger at all
Eating only what he catches alive
To help his young to survive
And by feeding the lion's share to them
As if to do less would be a sin
It's amazing to us humans, how God has wonderfully made
The winged creatures of the air
With such great instincts of paternal care
In the complex food chain of the earth
Where God has given all things birth.
He builds his nest atop the tallest trees
Away from predators below
And soars around with threatening voice
To drive away the foe.
In God's great scheme of life and death
Each creature has a place
In the survival of the species
And nothing goes to waste
And the lowly connor , in the cove surely has its place.
The Great Call
The people who fought in the wars so brave
Have taught us all not to crave
For power or wealth or selfish pride
But to remember conceit and ambition to chide.
Life consists of greater things
Than spacious halls of nobles and kings,
The soldiers and sailors of World War one
Have secured for us a greater home.
This home was founded on love and fear
For relations and friends they held so dear
They fought for our democracy
And kept our land so strong and free.
In trenches cold and wet
The fought for values we cannot forget
They suffered privation, and mental distress
That we might have a life we consider the best.
On the sea or in the air
These people fought with such skill and care
That they beat the enemy at his game
And gained for themselves meritorious fame.
However some died in the sudden blast
From the guns on deck or the aces pass
While others drowned in the pitch dark night
So far away from the land light.
Such sacrifice and courage
And love of native land
Deserves our greatest honour
For every woman and man
Who left their peaceful country to fight in a foreign land.
Home is where the heart is
And Newfoundland will always be
A place of cherished memories
For older men like you and me
A place where as a child I walked
Bare foot upon a sandy shore
Where all was quiet and peaceful then
And in some distance the ocean's roar.
In the summer time when the tide was out
You could dig for the "cock" and "hen" for fun
Because clams were not on our menu then
As we played in the scorching sun
It was fun to catch the "barney stickle" to
In the little pools on the "bar"
When the tide was out; but you could not pout
If the thorns went in too far.
At night when the tide was in
And a light breeze rippled the bay
The moon's bright band shone from shore to shore
As it shimmered and danced in it's lay.
Oh! The summer night could be so peaceful and still
As the moon shone so bright from above
You could hear a man cough, a mile away
If standing upon a hill
But now the traffic growls and roars
Along a paved highway
Where once we walked on a quiet road,
Surrounded by God's great sway.
There's hustle and there's bustle at Christmas time, you know
As frost gathers on the pane and the ground turns white with snow
People scurrying here and they're busy all day long
Awaiting the Christmas holiday, the feasting and the song
What is there in this season that makes us feel so good
It is comradeship those friendly smiles, the carols or the food
Maybe it's the spirit that permeates the air
The wonderment of children knowing Santa'll soon be here
Could it be the Yuletide logs cracking on the fire
The pudding cakes and candy of which we never tire
Or is it all the shopping which is a favourite part
Searching for a fitting for those dear to our heart
Is it looking for a Christmas tree amidst the forest green
Hoping to find the perfect tree of which we often dream
Decorating, hanging lights, making such a fuss
Those are things which we all do that means so much to us
Still we know there's more than that, more than meets the eye
Especially on that holy night, we gaze toward the sky
That star is still there, shining over centuries still the same
Reminding us that long ago t'was the might that Jesus came
Trick or treat
Trick or Treat
Pumpkin, witches, goblins and ghosts, Halloween is here
Everyone is gearing up, there's excitement in the air
Kids dress up from head to toe, their identities to hide
Skeletons, pirates, clowns and masks some dare not go outside
Scooting along from house to house, thousands of little feet
At the door a knock they give and murmur, "trick or treat"
Opening their bags for goodies too, tasty morsels all
Stopping to eat a candy or two, everyone's having a ball
Soon the time is running out, they have to go back home
Mom is worried as darkness comes, especially being alone
On the floor or the beds, they dump the contents out
And begin their feast in earnest now, wrappers all about
Another year they long to come, it's over much too soon
In the beds, lights are out, 'cept the shinning of the moon
Suddenly they appear again as kids begin to dream
And in their head they freely reign, the spooks of Halloween
Too soon the tune turns sour and sharp,
no more the tones of lute or harp,
for fall forebodes the dirge to come,
as winter's whisper starts to hum;
Then, suddenly, it sings, full-throat,
as if it's throttling a goat;
the piercing screams are heard on high,
on its arrival, never shy;
It sweeps the stage, in full review,
and turns the page, as is its due;
no diva gave a better show,
than winter with its snowy blow.
Maddox Cove, NL
Shallow Bay Beach, Cow Head, Newfoundland
This beautiful beach on the Northern Shore, north of Bonne Bay is a secret to many across the land I've heard them say. But in the summer of 2010 they came from near and far; from New Brunswick, Quebec, BC and I guess Zanzabar. They were amazed at the beautiful sandy beach and the majestic mountains inland, while the children romped in the sunshine and on the fine grey sand; or swam in the Atlantic waters of this great Northern land. The second week of August saw temperatures soar, which warmed the shallow waters covering this sandy shore. The adults lay on their blankets in the sun as the breeze from the sea wafted their former cares away and children laughed with glee. But as I walked by myself farther along I became nostalgic for another time, when my sister and her husband in their mid-life prime, walked on this shore with Bessie and I. Now Max is gone to the shore above and Myrtle is growing old though she fought cancer successfully because of her trusting soul, but time is a sure reaper and I wondered if this would be the last time I would on walk on this beach by the sea or if God would grant us another visit here, for Myrtle, Bessie and me. Oh moments like this can bring one close to the spirit and humility and make repent of his selfish ways and his love of cupidity. And as I pondered God's great handiwork of mountains, land and sea I realize once again that all we have is from the hand of our great deity and what counts the most while on this earth is love of family and honest friends, and honest mirth without frivolity.
Cold Summer Days
When I was in Newfoundland it was really cold.
But I had to wear a sweater and be really bold.
Then I was lying on the couch, sleeping by the hours,
And I thought I was in Toronto, smelling all the flowers.
The next day, we went to a pub
Eating all sorts of Newfoundland grub.
I had poutine! My brother did too.
My dad had cod tongues; that's when my appetite was through.
That's just part of my Summer. It was actually very nice.
After, we went on a boat trip. There was very little ice.
The whales were big and beautiful. They had nice big blue tails.
But then we visited a bird cave with lots of poopy trails.
They rescued a baby bird, from downing in the sea.
I kind of thought a marine biologist was what I'd like to be.
After we went to my aunt's house. We had some real good food.
Tadhg and I were going upstairs, to go watch Looney Tunes.
That was my Summer, I had nowhere else to go.
Next thing I knew, we were on a plane back to Toronto.
Lighthouse Point Verde
Sitting on the cliffs near the lighthouse by the sea.
Sitting on the cliffs my brothers and just me.
Waiting for the fog to roll upon the sea.
for the sound of Grandy"s foghorn to sound its melody.
All the family working, would wait with fear and hope
That the lighthouse red and white would worn upcoming boats.
Folks out in the meadow at the lighthouse by the sea
Making stacks of hay so high that we would shout with glee.
To stand and stare and wait for the lighthouse and its sound
To warn all upcoming ships and boats to its loud, loud sound.
Life was so easy then, at the lighthouse by the sea,
Finding four leaf clovers and singing songs with glee,
was all we really cared about at the lighthouse by the sea
Sitting on the cliffs near the lighthouse by the sea
sitting on the cliffs my brothers and just me
Pop's Christmas adventure
''Twas the night before Christmas
And pop was out late
Jigging for codfish
With herring for bait.
I must get a feed
For St. Nicholas now
And milk in a glass
From Bessie the cow.
When all of a sudden,
the waters they broke
As tentacles rose from
the mist and the smoke
Pop feared for his life
as he looked into the eye
of a monstrous size squid
Not a word of a lie
Please don't kill me, he pleaded
But was quickly assured
that this squid would not harm
not even a bird
I must get home to my wife,
with this feed for Santa
The time it grows late,
so enough of this banter
You have access all year
to the whole of the sea
Find Santa a cod fish,
and perhaps one for me
And as quick as a flash
his tentacles they flew
and dropped in the boat
not one cod but two
Then using his tail fins
as giant propellers
he pushed pop's boat to shore
Quicker than all other feller's
As pop climbed the hill
and turned to wave goodbye
That monsterous old squid
squirted him right in the eye.
I sit at the window
I stand at the doorway
And look out at the beautiful land
I see it with my eyes, and I feel it in my heart
Wishing I could be here forever
To some, everything seems so still and lifeless
But if youâve lived here all your life
It is not still, and there is life
You just have to know where to go to find it
As each season changes, it awakens new wildlife
Which gives each man a yearning
To come home to this way of life
And make him feel whole once again
For there is no greater feeling than being up here
To our land that we call âWebbâs Bayâ
It takes me to a place in my heart
Where I want to live free each and every day
And it makes me feel proud to be staying in this home
Where once my Great Grand-Dad had slept
And for also my Grandpa â" to you both
I thank you for this way of living
You may not walk on this land anymore
But your footprints are here everywhere
So the next time you are here
Give yourself time for a thought
As you look out the window
Or stand at the doorway
Thank God for why you are here