Childhood Days

We sit on the rocks, and stare at the waves, And talk about those childhood days. We must now leave them all behind, And go and live on a family farm We throw kisses to the fish in the sea, The old cookhouse and factory, how sad can one be? We tell stories of our days at the shore, And the sandbar, we will see no more. We try to leave, but its tough to go, From all the fun we used to know Mother is calling, we say farewell To the little Shanty home we loved so well. Downhearted and blue to the farm we drive, Leaving childhood memories far behind. Promising to return again some day, If only to smell the salty spray.

Final Farewell

It was a day we would long remember, a day our little world

around the fishing harbor at Jude’s Point would end for us children. The time had come to take our last walk to the cookhouse, lobster factory, and say good-bye to all our friends. Shedding tears we left that little shanty home forever. Mother’s dream of owning a small farm and having space for a growing family, had at last come true, and she had prepared us to move.

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