by Lindsay Macpherson | Jun 14, 2013 | Poetry
The whitecaps are raging on Newfoundland’s shores, The ship is awaiting the Motherland’s call, Dark clouds are looming and wild the wind roars, The mighty Atlantic’s challenge once more, Sailors are bidding their loved ones farewell, Out from the...
by Lindsay Macpherson | Jun 12, 2013 | Poetry
The mason took his mallet and chiseled into stone, The name of my Grandfather – a man I’d never known. His grave is somewhere over there beside the River Somme, His picture hangs above the fire in my Grandmother’s home. And silent in the city square a...
