A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE TO EAST COASTERS! CANADA
A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE
TO EAST COASTERS! (CANADA)
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray
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Categories:
scotia, funny, humorous, ocean, song,
Form: Rhyme
A Christmas In Halifax
Come visit us under pink tinged twilight skies..
among boughs borne under a song laden tree.
In fair view of land, meadows green coiling rise,
one hundred twenty counted souls, and me.
The older children play, running in sun washed petticoats,
hair pulled back in pigtails & ribbons, an untied shoelace floats.
Their errant hoops gone tumbling over a dew
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Categories:
scotia, christmas, grave, journey, sea,
Form: Rhyme
Portapique and Nova Scotia
Portapiqué and all
Nova Scotia, you will hurt
For a long, long time
In deep sorrow of
What has happened in your lives…
Never knowing why.
Your burden is huge.
Yet, when you teeter…
We will bear you up.
W.C.Hull © 2020-24-4-H1374-
2484-I51-K51-6-L57-6
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Categories:
scotia, care,
Form: Haiku
Farewell To Nova Scotia
FAREWELL TO NOVA SCOTIA
A net of cables stretching overhead in the mist to Dartmouth Bay:
Our boat slips under Angus McDonald bridge out into the Atlantic greys,
Leaving forever the blues and yellows of the clapboard houses and the days
Of Annapolis valley blossoms and hearing Pugwash bagpipes
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Categories:
scotia, mystery,
Form: Monorhyme
Peggy's Cove, Nova Scotia
Between a sky of pale blue, streaked with white,
and a glassy sea of royal blue,
there lies a land of lavender rock,
where wind blown grasses grow in briny
patches around weather beaten houses
brushed in pastel shades of yellow, pink,
and green and blue.
A grey fishing shack stands on
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Categories:
scotia, placessky,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Clouds Above Nova Scotia Will One Day Become Rain In the English Streets I Roam
the clouds above nova scotia
will one day become rain in the english streets i roam
the bombs dropped in foreign lands
will one day fall on all our hopes and homes
the bullets that end lives so abruptly
will one day silence us all
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Categories:
scotia, deathday, day,
Form: Free verse