I once met a young coatimundi,
Vacationing by the Bay of Fundy.
In hopes of staying trim,
He went for a brief swim,
But sixty-foot tides swept him to Dundee.
__________________ RAG BAGGER
What is a blowboat
which way does the warm wind blow
Im lashed to the mast
GINSU - KNIFE EASTPORT , MAINE USA
Ginsu Knife was the name of my sailboat that I sailed for years
here on the Maine coast and into the Bay of Fundy, Canada.
That boat could slice and dice the strong currents and cut
through the Downeast fog like a hot knife through butter.
After my wife died and it was just me and my daughter , age 9, I was
after something that we could do together.
I looked at airplanes and boats. Im a pilot and had a grass airstrip in
the back field, but I lived on the coast.
I ended up with a sailboat , though I did not know how to sail.
Well , we learned to sail and did lots of it, plus it was a good weekender
with cozy bunks and and a nice little stove.
Best decision I ever made.
Daughter went on to being an ocean exploration team leader and sailing
coach at a summer camp.
Yes , she is quite salty. As is her daughter.
Family tradition.
Of all the astrological signs I believe only in the moon.
Floating 250,000 miles above our heads it does effect us.
Young love on a Bay of Fundy beach.
The sand, white, soft, beautiful we walked to the water’s edge.
We held hands, smiled and talked of our future.
Then we kissed and as we did I saw the water rising behind us.
“Run” and I said.
We splashed through the growing pools
To the higher bank.
There was an old pirate from Fundy 9
Who patched up his boat on each Sunday 9
Then he'd sail out to plunder 7
While his crew watched in wonder 7
As he sprung the same leaks each Monday 9
He decided to steal a new boat 9
A frigate that could plunder and float 9
He shot at one boat alone 7
Who fired back ten of its own 7
Now the pirate floats somewhere abloat 9
7-26-19
Contest:Two Sea Themed Limericks
Sponsor:Tania Kitchin
It was a cold winter day on the Fundy Bay when the wind and the Ocean Raged
You were a child with the sweetest smile who walked through a storm for a mile
Over the frozen sand as I held your hand, we made our way to the land
Up over the banks past the shipyard tanks and a pile of old wooden planks
Homeward bound as the snow fell down and wood shavings blew all around
I held your hand like a grown man the way that your Mother planned
Keeping you warm from the day I was born together we weathered the storm
I was made by a hand, with wool from a lamb, with love knitted in every strand
As soft as a kitten and Oh! So smitten, I...Just one of pair of mittens.
April 12, 2018
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
On a day bathed in so many shades of misty grey
There upon those rugged cliffs above the Fundy Bay
Heart pounding like the thunder in those crashing waves
Trembling lips dripping with heart felt words I could not say
So shy, I was a teenage girl so much in love
My soul on fire like that blazing stormy sky above
Where lighting crackled and sizzled in a burning flame
As his yearning eyes searched mine there in that wind swept rain
Taking cover in that shack with broken window panes
Where tattered pieces of old lace curtains still remained
Peels of nervous laughter silenced in that broken frame
As the storm outside raged against us all in vain
When with tears of stormy weather still running down his face
His lips found mine there in that that old abandoned place
A moment so electrifying it seared my soul
With a memory that haunts me now that I am old
When stormy weather lets me see him as he was that day
There on those lofty cliffs above the Fundy Bay
My heart pounding like the thunder in those crashing waves
As I drift in the beauty of those shades of misty grey
I stand before you after all these years
Amid the ocean brine with misty tears
On these old banks above the Fundy Bay
With all those words I never got to say
Wild daisies spread themselves across your grave
Where lies the fallen marker that I made
When I was but a child and new to death
In grief so deep it nearly took my breath
That broken house still sits above the bay
Now weathered by those many stormy days
Those years we walked along that rocky shore
Those years you saw me safely to my door
And now that I am old I do believe
You were an angel sent by God to me
...
In Loving Memory
Written: February 2nd, 2016
In so many shades of black and white, I find you after all these years;
leaning against that old weathered clapboard schoolhouse,
high on the hill overlooking the Fundy Bay,
and again, I inhale the fragrance of those wild sea salt roses
and feel the ocean mist upon my face, as I look out at those
sunbeams dancing on the tops of those rolling waves.
There you are, in your hand-me-down dress,
with socks pooling around the tops of your shoes.
There, third row to the far left, sporting a home made bowl haircut,
and a smile of utter joy.
After all years, in so many shades of black and white,
I find that little lost girl, and I am a kid again.
In so many shades of black white, I find the true colors that are me.
~~~
Author: Elaine Cecelia George
I remember…
Shimmering gold ribbons
Draped over the
Glassy surface of the bay of Fundy
On a black see through
Summer night
I was new to love
Shy beneath your penetrating gaze
At a loss for words
And you…
Telling me my eyes spoke volumes
And the tears that welled up in them
Against my will
Eventually falling over the edge of innocence
Into adolescence
As your whispers
And my sighs
Melted on the rippling crest
Of those waves
That came softly
To break upon the shore
As the pale moon looked down
In utter silence
Author: Elaine George
Written: June, 2014
I remember…
The long rocky finger I lived on that stretched
out from the mainland in the Bay of Fundy and
the soggy little white house covered in ocean brine
that did its best to shelter us from the great bi-polar Atlantic Ocean
that would on some days roar and thrash and throw itself against
our rocky foundation, splintering itself into endless liquid shards
that would climb high into the sky, then fall on my up-turned face,
drenching me into a state of near hypothermia.
There I would stand, squinting through burning eyes,
unable to pull myself away from that wrath, when suddenly -
the sun would disappear from the sky, causing the air temperature
to plummet, leaving me shaking like a leaf as the Great roaring Atlantic
fell silent and laid itself down as flat as a sheet of glass as that massive
grey monster approached.
Off in the distance, I would hear a buoy-bell timidly ringing in a feeble attempt to warn me of the impending danger that was quietly devouring the mainland, our little house, and the Great Atlantic, as the FOG came silently creeping in.
Oh love, when shall thee see my Love's scintillating ray
From Heaven, pouring down as the water in Angel Falls
From Earth, surging up as the tidal waves in Fundy Bay
Craving in a heart enclosed by the China's Great Wall
Whitening the chest of Sahara with glistening snowballs
Mystifying even the Mother Nature like the Giza Pyramids
Love, see this Love of mine in all phases! Open your eyelids!
Returning home again after many years away
I find our secret path along the Fundy Bay
That happy place where long ago we played
Where all our dreams and promises were made
Once again I lie down where daisies grow
In fields above the banks where salt winds blow
Golden memories rush through my hungry soul
Returning pieces of my heart lost long ago
I close my eyes recalling all the things we did
Just the way they were when we were kids
And I know without a doubt that you are here
As your love for me falls from my eyes in tears
We lie like angels looking up at clouds of cream
As we watch them take the shape of all our dreams
We laugh so hard at all the things we do and say
To us life is just a stage a place to laugh and play
We find the trail that takes us down to meet the ocean
Where we swim in waves of jubilant emotions
Then we walk along the shore together hand-in-hand
And we write our love forever in the sand
~~~~~
Elaine Cecelia George, of Canada
Entry for: Frank Herrera's contest - First Love
Awarded First Place
It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray
That cedar shake house where I used to live high above the Fundy bay
A well trodden path leads from its door on to a winding road
Flanked by ditches where Morning Glories and Sea Salt roses grow
That winding road comes to an end at the shore of ‘Evermore’
A magical place where seagulls soar above the ocean’s roar
Lavender walls rise high in the sky through a veil of silver mist
Where the ocean shatters and falls in pieces against those lofty cliffs
And those footprints I pressed so long ago still lead me to this day
To that old house high on a hill overlooking the Fundy Bay
It is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides
~~~
Returning home again after many years away
I find our secret path along the Fundy Bay
That happy place where long ago we played
Where all our dreams and promises were made
Once again I lie down where daises grow
In fields above the banks where salt winds blow
Golden memories rush through my hungry soul
Returning pieces of my heart lost long ago
I close my eyes recalling all the things we did
Just the way they were when we were kids
And I know without a doubt that you are here
As your love for me falls from my eyes in tears
We lie like angels looking up at clouds of cream
As we watch them take the shape of all our dreams
We laugh so hard at all the things we do and say
To us life is just a stage a place to laugh and play
We find the trail that takes us down to meet the ocean
Where we swim in waves of jubilant emotions
Then we walk along the shore together hand-in-hand
And we write our love forever in the sand
Wood burning
In a Franklin stove-
The smell of yeast
And rising dough-
Lace curtains
Fluttering-
In an open window
Where soft
Ocean breezes blow-
With the scent of
The wild rose-
Pastel rainbows
Dancing
On the walls-
Reflections made
Where sunbeams
Fall-
Upon a crystal vase
Where lilacs bloom-
And fill the room-
With lavender
Perfume-
Heaven!
Here on earth-
But a thought away-
In a place where love
Was made-
In that old house
In grandma’s kitchen-
High above
The Fundy Bay-
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