Outport

The house it stands so barren now.. no life therein does dwell

Only the remnants of what use to be... echoes there to tell

The outport living  alive and well, lives within  my mind

And takes me back to Herring Neck, my days of childhood time

 

The vast openness of land and sea all around.. the sounds of nature I hear

I lean upon the post an stare as my eyes well up with  tears

Oh how I wish I could turn back time an live this life again

To be here on the rock, beside the sea.. with family an friend

 

*picture taken by Glen Jones