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 a tear
Oh how I wish I could turn back time and live there once again
To be here on the rock, beside the sea with family and friend

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