I miss HOME....

Bonne Bay, Newfoundland...the view from "Trout River Road". Approx. Feb 2005.


I really miss home sometimes. Last night I asked Jamie if we could move back. We both hope for "someday..."

When you grow up living beside the ocean, in nature's backyard, surrounded by mountains, it becomes quite a shock to move to a city where scenery consists of highways, high-rises, traffic lights, and never ending surges of people bustling about. How devestating to literally have to drive for more than an hour to find forest.

I think I miss the ocean the most....I wrote a poem a while ago that pretty much sums up how I feel....can't wait for the next time I get to walk beside the shore that I call "HOME"!

Recall the Seashore

I miss the ocean
waves rolling in, breezes blowing
cool and strong.
Tides that ebb and flow
a rhythmic lullaby:
The soothing voice of God
come down and touch the earth.
And then the crashing roar,
commanding fear
of sailors and all who live beside
and see the ocean as both life and grave;
A never ending surge of give and take.
Both man and nature cry for repose.
And once again I sit beside,
toes dipped in,
and taste the salty air that's on my face
and running through my veins.
I am this bay, and it is me,
and I will not forget!

- Myrna Goosney

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