I would love to see someone take this poem,
put it to music ,and sing it,at the Stan Rogers
Festival in Canso one summer.
from the book "Where The Fishermen Sing" by Anna Careless:
Below the cliffs of Canso
The breakers lash their spray,
If you stay awhile, you'll be borne along
Become one with the moods of the Bay.
The fishermen sing, as they haul in their nets
Sweet winds and bobbing sails beckon me,
And gulls croon to a watery melody
On lovely Chedabucto Bay.
I've felt the power and the fury
The tides of tranquility,
I share a kinship with these waters,
And the breakers of the Bay.
When of city strife I weary
Sure my hungry heart will stray,
Towards the sweet winds of Canso
On the shores of Chedabucto Bay.
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