Friday, November 03, 2006

Bay of Fundy poetry

I'm sure that the Bay of Fundy is not the only dramatic seascape to inspire pen to paper! The first time I recall seeing the bay in poetry was Bliss Carmen's Low Tide on Grand Pre in high school English. Bliss Carmen, born in Fredericton, New Brunswick, was, at the time, Canada's best known poet.

Fundy poetry popped to mind recently when I met a come-from-away Parrsboro resident, Donna Sheehy, who just published a book of poetry called "Romancing on the Bay of Fundy: My Soul's Attraction".

Here is a sample of her Bay of Fundy poetry....


There is a rhythm in this place
with a gentle stillness and grace,
unlike anywhere I have been
it touches the soul from within.

The aroma of salt in the air
breezes whisper like a prayer,
alongside the pebbled beach
with blue skies endless reach.

The woodlands frame the coast
a wildlife haven for all to boast,
life is astir in this bountiful place
unharmed by society’s embrace.

Stand silent, face toward the sea
close your eyes and you’ll agree,
the rhythm of this beautiful Bay
will hypnotically lure you away.

"The Rhythm on the Bay"
by Donna Sheehy
Copyright © 2006 All Rights Reserved.
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1 comment:

  1. Unknown5:50 p.m.

    I love all writings of the bay..here is one of mine from Mary's Point:

    The Bay
    The Bay shows many faces, her wonders to behold
    Sculpted from the ancient rock, and eternity’s undertow.
    The key of G wrapped in foggy cloak
    The peace of Cap Enrage
    Where earth & sky become as one
    Joined by rock and wood and sea..
    Tis there my soul abides
    Tis there that I must be.

    Now as a magic lamp of God
    Dost sparkle on the sea
    Where briny birds cry and the eagle rides
    The sky’s own mystery
    A symphony of greens call out
    In multi colored hue
    The driest eye within the heart
    Where rivers run anew…

    The energies of the countless souls
    Haunted echoes of the past
    The freedom road and heavy load
    Life seeks it’s needed path.
    Yet children find moonlight and moss
    On ancient climbing trees.
    Where the midnight wind and the bars’
    Moan tends, the heart’s flow as the tide
    Cross Fundy’s ancient longing
    Tis there I must abide.


    Can a heart pretend or a mind comprehend
    That you behold but cannot be
    At heaven’s gate the colors blend
    In life’s sweet symphony
    A single bird sings it’s heart's refrain
    As sunlight fades to sea
    My soul at rest from eternal quest
    And I am that I must be.

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