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Memories
Tonight my memories take me back
To a time so out of touch
To a place when as a little girl
I learned to love so much

It's just a little island
But oh, it stands so grand
It stole a corner of my heart
My own dear Newfoundland

Its rocky shores they beckon to me
The white caps breaking high
The willowy clouds sailing free
In a clear, unbroken sky

The whispering winds still call to me
And the scent of new-mown hay
The feeling that the world is right
At the close of every day

No place on earth will you find
That God is close at hand
Than on that lovely isle
My own dear Newfoundland
Eileen Hickey (Hawco)

(5 rating, 1 votes)
 
 
 
Forever An Island Son

Aged family obelisk in our village cove grave yard,
Chiseled of voice and soul forever silent,
Scarcely a name, rank, where missed, inscribed;
Of a vanished hero who lies not with our Island

Four score and more, your folks here long buried
But you forever gone to distant Monchy's field;
No dusty war bones under this mossy stone
Yours under foreign soil, lost, eternally sealed

Another time, past century, of different values... click to read more

Gerry Connors
Robertville, New Brunswick

(5 rating, 3 votes)
 
 
 
ForeverAn Island Son
Forever An Island Son
Aged family obelisk in our village cove grave yard,
Chiseled of voice and soul forever silent,
Scarcely a name, rank, where missed, inscribed;
Of a vanished hero who lies not with our Island

Four score and more, your folks here long buried
But you forever gone to distant Monchy's field;
No dusty war bones under this mossy stone
Yours under foreign soil, lost, eternally sealed

Another time, past century,
... click to read more

Gerry Connors
Robertville, New Brunswick

(5 rating, 3 votes)
 
 
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Goodbye Summer
The morning dew is a welcoming sight for the majesty flowers. They drink in its moisture and expand their beautiful blossoms. As the sun rises in the east, they reach up and outward to gather its light. It cascades upon the flower as the dew flows silently down the petal. It appears the mystic flower is crying, sad that the summer is ending. Soon the cold autumn air will arrive and it's beautiful leaves with turn orange, red, brown and fall to the ground. It's stems will bend as the harsh winter approaches and lay them to rest as it covers up the beautiful flower with its blanket.
Jean Hynes
Winterland, NL.

(5 rating, 3 votes)
 
 
 
Summer's Sun: Winter's Darkness
A somberness presents it'self as the weather changes from hot to cold: bitter cold, and shorter days. The sun is only seen for a short while during the day, not visible long enough to get to know her. Her cheerfulness once brought joy and warmth; but, has since been replaced with a sense of melancholy and coldness. To take away what was almost entitled, and to be replaced with mere dreadful nothingness; is, to take a sheltered boy and plop him in the chaos of a city. "Go now with time, things will only get better," says the repetition of the seasons.
Robert Anstey
Lethbridge, Alberta

(5 rating, 3 votes)
 
 
 
The Great Bridge
Two worlds existed, but neither knew the other: one side Catholic, the other Anglican, both Christian. A river ran through the land to amplify the separation. Talk among the people would have you swear they were enemies; but, one cannot be an enemy of the other, if one does not know of the other's existence.

Then one day a bridge was built of great masonic craftsmanship: cement. Strong, wide, and reliable was the bridge, opening up the two worlds to one another. 'Must we meet our neighbors?' Ay! We meet, we love, and we break bread at super.
Robert Anstey
Lethbridge, Alberta

(5 rating, 3 votes)
 
 
 
A Big Change in Life
After working a quarter of a century for one company, the time has come to say good bye

It will be a sad day for sure, but I'll try my best not to cry

I'll try to embrace it and move on to another path in God's plan for me

Having a positive attitude I'm sure will be the key

One can get too comfortable and a tad lazy in a
... click to read more

Alicia "Celeste" Loughrey
Ajax/Ontario/Canada

(5 rating, 5 votes)
 
 
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