COBEQUID BAY, NOVA SCOTIA - poem
By Richard L. Provencher
Fri, 08 Feb 2008
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Cobequid Bay, Nova Scotia
Like an eagle atop Economy
Mountain, I see winter's
departing stare
harbour’s Spring break-up
as a parade of
miniature icebergs
fields of hay huddled in
bewildered disarray
beneath melting snow
where shoreline is a
sprinkle of houses,
with seagulls on patrol
and blueberry shrubs are
pastures of purple tinge
awaiting season’s growth.
© Richard L. Provencher
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It sounds like a lovely
It sounds like a lovely place to be, but the snow wouldn't do for me and my reptiles. Nice poem but I thought the verse with the chopped up mushrooms spoiled it slightly.
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