Volume 25, Number 143, February/March 2022 2021 POETRY - RHYMING WINNER Curtains of the Past by Dianne J. Ferris
An eastern Canadian holiday, such beauty to behold
Each province I visited, had its draw along land and shore
The people are so friendly and their history is sublime
Their fishermen’s fresh seafood is a favourite of mine.
All will live in my memory, forever to possess
and even tho most rocky shores were haunting, I confess.
Nova Scotia’s shore impressed me most, by history long gone by
A trip I must record, I pen now ‘neath dark’ning skies.
A few hours ago, along a winding roadway as I passed,
the trees they opened to me, like curtains of the past
Smaller hills rose up and down like boils upon the land
scrub trees so few looked as tho, great rocks were planted grand.
And tho the stones were standing for many eons alone
It looked as if they’re standing now, for reasons of their own.
I know they represent the great glacier as it spread
along the island land mass, wearing mountains down ahead.
Most are standing upright, but unbalanced they appear
While some are upside down, top heavy and very weird
And as I gaze e’en further, along the horizon’s line
I know this place I shall ne’er forget, ‘til the end of my time
It seemed so strange to be here, with topography so unique
a foreboding chill spread through my body, even to my feet
Here on mostly smoothened rock, a strong foundation base
upon scrub grass of green some trees stand tall, yet small in place.
Yes, as you drive nearer Peggy’s Cove, the land before your eyes
changes as if to represent a planet in the skies
None other have I seen, that looks as though God’s creative hand
had taken these great rocks and placed them monumentally grand.
Photos taken I traveled on, trying to intercept
the setting of the sun, by the lighthouse rocks and yet
there were many, many people who had come to do the same
along the rocks and near the top of the lighthouse of such fame
Peggy’s Cove, a beloved spot by many a tourist who’d come
To view the beauty of the land and wander further on
No one knew in ‘98 what fate would then take place
No one knew that people’s lives would be snuffed beneath the waves
It’s blazoned on my memory and as I stood and stared
the moon had risen, its golden face hung o’er the ocean’s softened glare
The sun had set and many had left, to continue on their way
In the dark’ning night, a plane’s landing lights grew closer, toward the bay.
Was I seeing the past again, would I witness the horror?
Was the night to repeat again? I stood there still, silent and forlorn
Perhaps I was caught in a warp from the past, as a gust
blew my hair o’er my eyes while the lights turned, for my heart to adjust.
Yes, they turned and went on into their future
Only a few moments had passed, my moments of torture
I stood there while my thoughts did rove
There alone, upon the rocks of Peggy’s Cove.