POETRY: Longing to go back to the North Shore

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On the edge of the city,
Up here to the west,
I think of that land, far away,

Dr. William O'Flaherty

Where the mighty seas roll,

Onto Lower Long Beach,

And the trapskiff floats out on the bay.


Where the caplin swarm in,

On to Adam’s Cove beach,

While the north wind is drying the hay.

Oh! I long for that place,

In the land of my birth,

Where peace was served large on my tray.


I must go, once again,

To Gull Island Pond,

To the Cook Room, the brook, up the hill.

To boil up, once more,

The sweet, bough scaled tea,

With caplin, bread, endless refill.


I have to go back,

To the North Shore, again,

Where my genes and my soul are entwined.

Oh God! Yes I will,

Go back there, once more,

To the memories my youth left behind.

— William O'Flaherty worked a 40-year career as a country doctor in Newfoundland and New Brunswick. He was the country doctor in Western Bay, on the north shore of Conception Bay, from 1967 to 1989, and was born in the tiny fishing village of Long Beach, at the lower end Northern Bay. He writes from Moncton, NB.

Geographic location: Long Beach, North Shore, Newfoundland New Brunswick Western Bay Conception Bay Northern Bay Moncton

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  • ~Alicia "Celeste"
    June 24, 2014 - 14:52

    Beautiful-Love this poem Dr. O'Flaherty!