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.
- Tunnels and FortsI grew up, well as much growing up as I did anyway, back in the 70’s and 80’s. We had a pet rabbit back then, named Flip Flop, because of his habit of flip flopping which ear he had up and which he laid flat. As he was terrified of …
- Who you longs to?Not sure if I mentioned this one in my sayings post, but this was a common question back home, essentially asking who your parents are. Well the sarcastic portion of me was likely to respond, I longs to me mudder bye! My mother, like a lot of Newfoundland mothers was …
- Da worst ting about smokin fish….Is keepin ’em lit! I know I know, bad joke! But was thinking about years back and how lots of fishermen’s stages had a smoker on the side of them. I don’t recall any ever in use, but Roy’s stage back in Apsey Brook had one, and was often a …