I’m no poet, but for what its worth, this came to me last night. Hope you like it.
Partridgeberry jam by the spoonful from the jam dish: You can taste it.
Wood smoke drifts from chimneys in the frosty morn : you can smell it.
Dew kissed fence palings on your path : you can feel it.
Vapor rising from the glass like sound : you can see it.
An echoing put put from down the arm : you can hear it
Home, it fills up your senses, never to be forgotten.
… Me …00
Raised in outport Newfoundland in a town of 65 people, I pursued a post secondary diploma in Information Technology right out of High School.
I’ve always been a geek at heart, but yet I love the rural life I grew up with. Fishing, hunting, camping and the great outdoors are still loves of mine, even if I don’t pursue them as often as I once did. Sports were always a big part of our lives, and I played many (badly) and loved them all.
- ReflectionsThis post is probably for me more than anyone, but feel free to read, or skip…. I don’t remember the exact date anymore, but sometime around the 26th of this month, it will be 22 years since I got in the old Corsica with Keith and came to Halifax …
- Old Christmas DayBack when I was a kid I remember January 6th being called Old Christmas Day. Noone seems to mention it much anymore, but curiosity got the better of me. It seems the date is a holdover from the old Julian to Gregorian calendar change, where 10 days got chopped off …
- Sweet Leaves, Frankum, and Spruce BudsThe other night I had a memory of being on the grass on Celie Burt’s garden in Elliott’s Cove, with Tony Burt I believe, but that part of the memory is foggy. Its my most vivid memory of eating something we all ate as kids I’m sure; sweet leaves. Eric …
A little About Me
Some views of Halifax, and an Intro from Me