The Ocean Runs Wild

I submerge thoughts of awe

and breathe freshly with currents

splashing ocean’s shore-

it is evening and day’s

delight has turned sombre

as tales from an olde captain

in my thoughts and see his ship

unfold from a watery surface

hear fearful cries as it grinds

at the shore - little danger

of crushing the hull

lays upon ebb tide

sand not harshly

as it settles into

velvet softness

and my thoughts continue:

So long ago that crew

and cargo of new farmers

charged into country woods-

those hardy families

who remained inland to this day.

Trenholme & 3 sons

among its many passengers

way back then.

They saw in New Brunswick

place to build and love

long ago in 1772

craving a future for themselves

all the way from Welby

Village in Yorkshire England.