The place where cod and cliff and cove
kiss fog and fisherman, where humpbacks blow their
watery horns and puffins dance on peat and locals invite
you to the hearth to warm your damp soul in July
where crumpled piers dot the rocky shore
alongside each fishing shack
and each b’y pulls his dory to dock in the dusk
when the capelin and lobster are done.
The place where crab and sea arch
play tag as the tide serves salmon or
halibut cheek at the Twillingate
theater, family lore lights the stage
peals of laughter are washed down with wine
while Jack was Every Inch a Sailor and Saltwater
Joys are accompanied with Gary’s accordion,
Chelsea belts forth in Newfoundland gusto
guests wipe wet cheeks and notes fade on the
Labrador Sea, Will the Circle be Unbroken?
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This is so beautiful Karen! The rhythm and feel and vivid images of the words. To think that you beat me to Newfoundland and here I live in the Maritimes and haven’t been there yet!
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