Land of New Scents
Flowers follow Spring as
ancestral footprints once shared
Green Bay’s ocean
shore, when
wayward souls entered
this land of North America,
an inheritance.
From Yorkshire they came
in ships of distant
passion, sails furled
adults growling for
pasture, children overcome
by ocean swells, and
thrusting from horizon’s
shore, farms awaited. These
settlers now planted
beneath Nova Scotian soil.
© Richard L. Provencher 2007
