Childhood Memories
Change Islands, Newfoundland, my home town.
Bubbling up like champagne bubbles
sweet and tasty, vintage thoughts
drift outside of real life's troubles
free of all the shoulds and oughts
Simple times and pleasant places
ocean smells and soft, sponge turf
rocks with greying granite faces
white boats swaying at the wharf
Bluest blue of deepest brine
deadly tide delivers life
verdant nets of tangled twine
brings simultaneous ease and strife
Bubbling up like champagne bubbles
vintage thoughts, remembered deep
life of insignificant troubles
as I lay me down to sleep.
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Comments
I have never been to Newfoundland, but would like to. I've heard it's a beautiful province. Your poem is awesome. Thanks for this glimpse into life there.
As for the 24th holiday, it has to be celebrated on the Monday before the 25th. If we had waited until next Monday, the date would have been past the 24th and that is against the Statute.
Hope you enjoy the holiday.
Blessings,
Mary
I've only visited Newfoundland once, but enjoyed it immensely.
I really loved this ~ your pal, Eddie
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