With kind permission from Bill March. Thank you, I love it!
These Random roads don’t go too farbut they always brought you homeuntil the day you crossed that causeway bridgeto the great big world unknown
Under cool moss grassy o’er rock and shalesweet memories now peaceful layjust a stone throw from the Sound of blue,while the North Atlantic fills Trinity Bay
Harbours, coves, tickles and bightsNecks and arms and headsBogs and marshes and mishes and meadsBrooks, steadies, rattles and beds
Then one day soon and before you knowold thoughts and wondering whyhow long a spell you thought it’d besince your last “I’ll see you bye and bye”..
Years have pas’t and time has markedits age upon our faceThe last time home may the last time be..and now only longing for this place
I wish maybe you could have made it hereI wish you didn’t have to go awaymaybe you’ll come and see me next year’cause I miss you every day
But home it was and home i’tisand home it always will beThese Random roads don’t go too far…I hope they’ll bring you home to me.
~BIll MARCH~
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.
