This rock-strewn shore
This stoney Isle
This hardened land
Of heartened folk
That no catastrophe can sunder
No hardship wither
Nor keep them from the sea
This place of no small beauty
And gracious souls
Cape Breton
This rock-strewn shore
This stoney Isle
This hardened land
Of heartened folk
That no catastrophe can sunder
No hardship wither
Nor keep them from the sea
This place of no small beauty
And gracious souls
Cape Breton
Fire on the horizon
Engulfs my little craft
So I turn away
A beacon
Calls from the darkness
But the call comes from rocky shoals
Its light is false
I risked wrecking on the shores of distraction
So turn the boat again
Into the fire
And the true light beyond which set it
The change comes
From full light
To a beacon
In the coming darkness
Scant illumination
But enough to see me
Through night’s passage
With faith for
A new day coming
On calm seas
Sol heads off to bed
Flicks off the lights in the hall
Peace comes with darkness
I remind myself
On the dreary days
The days that drain my heart
Of all but grey
Seek the colours
Let them saturate my being
Rekindle the joy in my heart
Cloudy tendrils cling to hillsides
As a child to its mother on school’s first day
The bus driver beckons
Come, this way to new worlds
Mother’s kiss lingers on rosy cheek
Solid and eternal as the hills
Some places just feel ancient
Time there stopped
And the land quit changing
I never feel more here and now
Than in such places
This little speck of life, I
In the midst
Of eternity
One tiny moment
Of meaninglessness
Writ large on existence
Canary and Crimson
Betwixt and between
Grey and Green
Verdance offsets the gloom
Vivid speaks to joy
Nestled on a rocky shore
Home and hearth
Friends and family
Small lives lived large
In nature’s grandeur
On the edge of infinite
Nice place to kick back
Nestled red Adirondacks
Stop on the way back