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Up the Bay
Today, the calm, the ocean breeze, Combined with eagles to do as they please. For us, the day was full of delight Whether the sky was dark or light. Slowly and carefully, Watching as we went; Around the Head and up the bay, Surely a day well spent. A storm on the way it was said But it never kept us in bed. The islands so clear and the bay so vast, The time for us just went so fast. In Ireland's Eye we tied up Wayne's boat. So happy and still the memories seemed to float. Our hearts, our minds we filled of times past But like this day, we knew it wouldn't last. So, memories they stay within our hearts; The sights and sounds, such beautiful parts Of a day well spent. Yes! That September day in beautiful Trinity Bay.
Tall grows the Grass
There it is in the grass; Winter and summer As if it will last. It will decay as time goes by. It was left there. We may ask ..."Why?" Alongside the water where boats come and go. This one rots even if it is slow. The years come and go, the seasons too. Tall grows the grass leaving it all askew. Hands that built this little skiff no longer work; as if gone adrift. It lies there now; Just left alone. The fisher who loved it has long gone home.
The Travel Coach
The Travel Coach by Noel Edward Martin March 20, 2020 The travel coach that is my life, the one I do not drive, Records only the time one leaves, but not when you arrive, Some passengers I started with, got off along the route, Many departures I have mourned, when friend or kin got out, Others stepped on from time to time, the bus was always full, Newcomers were a treat to see, the ride was never dull. The ones I came to know the best, sat nearest to my seat, While others sitting further back, I rarely chanced to meet, Close by, or far, there was not one, but had a part to play, Each making my ride more interesting, all along the way, Your company was valued and I want you all to know, How much that I will miss you, when it is my turn to go. I'm sorry if at certain times, I've been a little curt, Please understand 'twas not my aim to cause you any hurt, I understand if you, yourself, have sometimes been the same, It's part of being human, I release you from all blame, Take time to rest, some time to talk, and time to read a book, There's a window there beside you, be sure to take a look. Seems the Driver has chosen, to keep me a while more, So let's enjoy the ride that's left, ere we step out the door! Some advice to new arrivals surrounding us these days, Get to know your fellow man, is a policy that pays, So if you can turn off that bloody phone I ask please do, Because some lonely passenger would love to talk to you. Doesn't matter what you're wearing, the colour of your skin, How much money in your purse, the social group you Or how you choose to worship God; be nice to one another, Look kindly on your fellow man; treat each one as your brother, We ride this bus together, when your stop will be, can't tell, Be happy and trust the Driver, have faith that all is well
A JOURNEY OF MY NAME
I held strong on the day you were born I listened as you took your first breath I watched as people stared in awe of you for the first time I felt their love surround you like a warm blanket, Their joy and praise for you beamed for everyone to see. I was there for your first steps My earth gave you joy as you crawled, stepped and climbed Adventures surrounding the both of us were never boring. Through your experiences we explored to no end. We grew together you and me. I have heard your joyous laughter And I hold it deep within my roots, Your silent moments linger in the air With sweet anticipation of what your thoughts may offer For our future. I gave you shelter when the world around you Came crashing in, And you felt like there was no place to go. I gave you solace and displayed to you the beauty That surrounded me; Thus forth giving you a life renewed. My bounty has been plenty I provided food for your body when you needed nourishment With raging rivers in times of thirst my cup overflowed for you. We have climbed hills and mountains together And when exhausted we rolled back down them To the safe sweet deliverance of a soft, blissful earthy bed Giving our bodies and souls the much needed rest to move forward. You and I have seen many seasons come and go And the changing colors of our sheltering skies We have seen plenty, With each painting a vivid picture on our senses, Our thoughts and our world. We have witnessed together in awe The beauty of fall With the masters pallet of wondrous colors The fragment scent of the earth seeping into our beings, As we gazed upon the mist rising from its dew kissed surface. You and I have walked together on those days, We heard how each single footstep made a mark And a distinct sound as it touched The crisp, frosty, hard ground. We stopped, we viewed, and we listened We realized how something created By the cold, hard and dark night skies could create such an allure And one single step could unintentionally Change its course. At that moment we felt the warmth As its brightness over shone any darkness. We felt its heat as it gently touched our chilled bodies And with it came a sense of anticipation, A sense of something different, A want to stay but yet a rush to move forward. You and I peered in wonder as The grounds surface was transformed Too a pure white. The air held fresh, the children's laughter rang out As new promise of fun filled days, rosy cheeks And snow filled mittens And chimney smoke lingered in the air. We felt the cold March wind As its force engulfed everything in its path. Biting, tearing, and shaking everything to the bone. Its rage so profound. The sea it grew angry while it to vented crashing, roaring and twisting. Then the sea grew silent, the wind it calmed, And the ice it came. Some would say it was beautiful, While others might say a deathly quiet Our thoughts wondered to loved ones Who had gone on before us. You and I together know one thing We made it through, we had conquered another, Although shaken and bent, we did not break. Just like a mother giving birth Our surroundings started stirring with life anew. Our days felt endless as we were captured by its beauty, We filled our lungs with its precious scent. Throughout the days we wrapped our bodies in its warm sun drenched cloak, Together we walked the breathtaking shorelines and sandy beaches And finished it in color red as it settled down in the evening. You and I felt the joy, sorrow and despair When no more it could be held And overwhelmed as a release was needed And like a single tear it started Gaining momentum until we were drenched to the core Cleansing, bathing until there were no more. On those days you and I wept for the moments lost Never to return again, hearts that had been broken Love ones who had gone from our earthly lives But although unseen still walked beside us We cried for the sick and the suffering The poor, the lonely and the misunderstood, The sleepless nights when missing someone, Or a moment in time became a hunger, a hole too big to fill. Together, that day we shed tears of laughter and joy When happiness became so immense That our souls could not contain it anymore, Love overflowed that day Whether it was giving or receiving it rained until it poured The birth of a child, the joy of feeling safe, And the ability to be whimsical with full abandon With no worry or judgement, beauty surrounded us. With our tears we cried, with our tears we loved, With the tears we shed we took time, Time to stop, to ponder and to heal. Together we have had many souls who have shared our paths Each bringing something special, And in some small way contributed to whom we are today. May it be friends or family; Or family not by blood but by love, The Grandma's and Grandpa's; The Aunt or Uncle, the Mr. or Mrs.; or the elder who watched over us And deserved respect Or someone who was passing through, they each gave a little of themselves. Warm-hearted people, Hardworking men and women From past to present Singers of Song, storytellers, artist, and people of all trades Always there to lend a hand, To help a neighbor and to befriend a new Always giving of themselves, Stepping up to lend a hand in time of need, To cry with you in times of sorrow, To laugh with you in lighter times, To hold you up when you felt you couldn't stand. Joyful, caring, and fun loving traditions, These are my people, these are my family. My friend, you and I have traveled a long journey together Whether we remain together at present or miles and times as kept us apart Or maybe you were just passing through I have always been here; I know you as you know me I will always be here for you with open arms, I will welcome you in and give you comfort, I am strong and proud I wonder if you really know my name I am not a person; I am not a world, Or a word to be used in a slang I wonder when you speak of me Do you remember or forget the roads we traveled? Does my name roll off your tongue with respect and gratitude? When you speak of me, stand tall and with pride, Let my name fall off your lips like it was originally planned Let it come from a special place inside your heart. My name, you know it well, My name is "Newfoundland" Written by: Audrey Janes Keeping Originally from: Cape Ray, NL
I grew up in the idyllic community of Chance Cove, Trinity Bay. Several months ago as I was reflecting (as an 86-year old is apt to do) on my growing-up days, I thought I would jot down a few of these "meanderings" in verse. Should bring a chuckle! Reverie It is the boyhood in me that loves the Chance Cove weather, The fog upon the hills rolling down upon the sea, The mist upon the face and the dew upon the heather, The sea waves softly lapping at the beach in minor key. It is nostlagia in me that wanders o'er the barrens, That searches out the ponds and brooks with fishing pole and line, That starts to flight a partridge, frightens rabbit from its warren, That climbs Aunt Alice Island's precipitous incline. It is the schoolboy in me that regales the class with laughter, With cocomalt smeared all about on cheek and nose and chin, With slate and sleeve and spittle to wipe out a spelling error, With teacher standing with a strap to dole out discipline. It is a yearning in me to hold fast the world of boyhood, To savour yet again the rich culture it supplied, To steal away to yesterday where peers and elders stood, To linger there should time allow, there where my heart abides. By Philip W. Brace October 2019
Covid-19 to you must be an aberration You've had to cancel your 2020 graduation A day in your sights since kindergarten You must feel a little insecure and downhearted A day anticipated with much hope and joy You can't bid your classmates a proper good-bye A day when you'd wear your mortarboards with pride With your family and classmates at your side A day when your focus is on things academic You're caught up in a sinister, global pandemic Graduation Day 2020 means isolation and disorder Could it, perhaps, be a portal to a new world order But you've reached the pinnacle, so congratulations Hope you enjoy your virtual celebrations
Battle of Covid-19
By Charles Beckett It happened to appear late in that year In China, that far-Eastern frontier Not a Carona beer, but a menace to fear We felt smug and secure over here Italy was next to attract the attack Fatalities started to rise Towns were locked down, streets turned into morgues Workers toiled to defer the demise The next hotspot was Spain, sprung from a ball game They celebrated as soccer fans can Soon the coughs and the sneezes of such deadly diseases Like a wildfire spread to Iran After a little delay it reached the U.S.A. Now a little closer to home When the U.S. sneezes, Canada catches a cold Now manifested, that saying well-known Termed now a pandemic, there's anxiety and panic Travel was restricted, borders were closed Strict screening, deep cleaning, isolation and streaming Front-line workers are stressed and exposed The cases they mount, too many to count We are given a daily update Royals and celebs well-known, skid-row Joe or Joan Their estate don't determine their fate With no sport scores and stores, we hole-up in-doors Keep our distance, avoiding the throng With our Netflix and chips, avoiding conflicts Staying upbeat with music and song This morbid seclusion is now no illusion It's real, but how long will it last We got through the plague, Spanish flu and the SARS Be patient, look up, it will pass.
Remembering Uncle Jake
In nineteen and thirty nine, the war had just begun The colony of Newfoundland, a part of Great Britain Was sent a call to one and all and every mother's son Come join the fray, without delay, this war it must be won! A peaceful place was Paradise, where many men were young They rallied around the Union Jack, each and every one Without fail, they soon set sail, defending Britain's shore My Uncle Jake, his brother Gil, and many dozens more The battled raged, on land, sea and air and many ships went down Uncle Jake and his brother Gil were often left to drown But rescue came, and once again, sea battles were gigantic They both fought in The Murmansk Run and Battle of The Atlantic For six long years, through blood, sweat and tears, the war was finally won And deep scared men, would never again, wish war on anyone They both returned with sore scars burned, in mind and memory No tales were told of heroes bold, of six long years at sea One faithful day in mid July, the days were warm and long My Uncle Jake decided to take a swim in Octagon Pond By sheer bad luck, lightning struck and Uncle Jake was drowned There's a resting place in Paradise where his grave site can be found I remember seeing his mother's pain as he laid at home to wake He survived the war and no very far from home, drowned my Uncle Jake Though his mother's grief brought scant relief, her faith remained undaunted He was laid to rest and on his chest his war medals were court mounted Wilf Lynch Victoria, BC
The Slow Dance
We staggered the vast Island shorelines After the trees and fen Dried to powder and blew off By thrashing winds As the land built itself up For its own reasons We believed that the sands had Come back to keep us above water We crawled and lay Upon the crimson beach Looked, saw and seen Inspected with exact geology Rocks glisten to the Sharp pulp of blown sand Each grain an aeon score We were to the point of Overlooking this When the sands of earth burst And choked us with a wild dust That just the sea itself Would have to swallow In the great deluge Where we prayed for stone Anthony Brenton
They Have Come Home (about Beothuck repatriation)
They have come back where they belong, To their place of birth, long centuries gone; To their forest home, the woods and streams Where in the moonlight, the birches gleam Perhaps now their spirits will freely roam Those woodland glens of their long lost home No living soul of their own kind To mourn, receive, no ties that bind Though perhaps their spirits will find a peace In the wilderness, their journey ceased And we who hastened their demise Will now at last know where they lie
Jon Lien and His Whale Rescue Team
One day I left my house To walk cross the street Standing in his door My father I did meet "Come in," he said "There's a man I invited for supper." He was sitting with My father and mother I looked at him I'd seen that man On national TV as well On Land and Sea It was Jon Lien Whale rescue man Saving whales His master plan A whale in trouble Off Channel Head Early morning At daylight Jon Lien and the Whale rescue team Had taken their course To size up the currents and tide I would not belong They were by the whale's side "What a sight to be seen," It was later said The whale rescue team Worked fast or that whale Would be dead They pulled out the tools Long poles made from titanium Razor sharp blades Cutting ropes and a net Working fast The whale would Be saved The whale's blow hole Blew stronger and stronger Once more He swam round The zodiacs Raised up his head As he turned He looked with his Gigantic eye "Thanks my friends For not letting me die If you did not arrive I would have surely drowned Now rotting on a beach I will not be found" Reg Leamon Port aux Basques, NL