Remember (1)

Remember the days when life was free,
From government restrictions,
And those who lived here by the sea,
Were in their own jurisdiction.

Remember the kindness, it was never too late,
To do a neighbor a favor,
To help cut his wood , or share lobster bait
Kind acts that gave life it’s flavor.

Remember John Angus in his little white skiff,
Rowing his way to the Sand Beach
To check if a salmon was trapped in the bowl,
Or a small one meshed in the leader.

Remember the mail when Ed Rhude would bring,
Parcels from Simpsons and Eatons,
New clothes for the season; be it winter or spring,
For the old ones had taken a beatin.’

Remember the plant and the old garbage scow,
That lay at the back of the wharf,
With the good “ Maura G “ to tow her to sea,
It sure wasn’t ‘ Ashes of Roses ‘

Remember it then, but look at it now,
As the world hurtles onward through space,
About forty souls in total are left,
Facing the bleakness of winter.

Remember the place of the days of our youth,
That hummed with the business of living,
There were fish to be caught and ducks to be shot,
And rabbits to catch in the winters.

Remember the nights on Betty’s Cove Pond,
When we’d skate by a big roaring fire,
The Pond now is gone, but the memories live on,
Entrenched in our hearts now and forever.

Seanachie
On a summer-like November 29th, at Drum Head.