Black Rose and I again visited an old graveyard on Orange Hill. We have explored most of the old graves of St. Martins (Big Salmon River Road, Orange Hill, West Quaco (2), the one in the campground - I can't recall their names though), the one on Main Street next to the Baptist Churh and yet, there are so many others. We like to see the history. It's sad to see the number of young that died so many years ago - both at sea and due to disease. After that, of course, we headed to 'our' beach for a bit prior to returning home.
Yesterday we took a 'jaunt' to the sea,
Just a quick trip - Black Rose and Me.
A walk on the beach both alone and with others,
Is just what my tired soul must have required.
As I walked and continued to explore,
I thought of those who'd gone before.
Watching the ship that was out at sea,
As I walked along in Solidarity.
3 comments:
Shelley, your poem expresses a soulful sentiment that I truly relate to...that tug of the Past...
Lovely...
Loved the walk myself
it seemed nice to just be there again
To relive memories
to let myself smile
been so long that I've hid it away
But trust in me I believe that this time
it's here to stay.
Love you always mom
Thank you Gwen. I think you are so lucky to live by the sea - I am sure I would never tier of the view.
Black Rose - it was nice to hear you laugh and to see a smile that reaches your eyes that's for sure. I couldn't possibly love you more. May the smile that you carry in your heart continue to show on your face for a long time. We have missed it and it's nice to have 'you' back - my young lady in black.
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