Pocologan~dVersePoets~Poetics
This is the first time in approximately six years I have been treated to a two week long SUMMER vacation. When I checked dVerse, and saw Sheila had thrown up water as a prompt for us this week, how could I not stop a moment to share with you one of my most beloved places to visit. Welcome to Pocologan, 45minutes from Main, and 20minutes from St.Andrews By the Sea. This beautiful spot has inspired me greatly and today I offer up to you my view and one of the many poems written while sitting on the deck or dragging my bare toes through the sand. I invite you to visit with me, if only for a moment, and share some of the fonder memories inspired by this beautiful village on the Bay of Fundy in New Brunswick.
Remembering Pocologan
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| Natasha Head Photo July 30th, 2011 |
Remember when we first visited?
No babies, no bills,
just the promise of a new tomorrow,
of a future edged in gold
Remember drinks with the Captain
and the cold wet sand?
When you wouldn't take no for an answer
and I only spoke the word to tease?
Strawberry wine in the summer time,
Now kool-aid and credit cards
budgets and limits
but still the view remains.
Remember when you would sing to me
even though you couldn't?
Fulfilling my rock star ambitions
with AC/DC and air guitar?
Remember swimming under deep full moons
even though we shouldn't?
When we thought no one was watching
but we were oh so wrong!
Held close are all these memories
and dreams will always change.
And together we'll keep dreaming
while we remember Pocologan.
It's Saturday and that means it's Poetics over at dVersePoets. Sheila has issued the challenge, and we are waiting for you to heed the call!
(and for those of you who I tweet with...by george, the fog has lifted!)
Comments
Gay
Time changes but the view remains, hopefully so does your love and spirit ~
Have a great time ~
To sit around and not have a clue..haha
Works for me
And great write on Pocologan around the Bay of Fundy
How weird it all is...how everything and evryone is in this permenant state of flux..but poetry freezes it all and anchors our minds to times gone by.
Thats the Power of P...and your P has that power....
The details were so real to me...the strawberry wine, the saying no just to tease, the swim beneath the moon. Natasha, you've just got it when you sit down to write.
I could sit on that deck overlooking the Bay of Fundy for a long time, pondering the "meaning of life"--grin! Thanks!
... and the cold wet sand?
When you wouldn't take no for an answer
and I only spoke the word to tease?
Something about "the cold wet sand" and the seductive game of "no" -- it conveys intimacy in a subtle yet tactile way. Nice image and a wonderful poem!
David
so endearing. all the "remember whens" sound so romantic and exciting as young "kid-free" love should be. damn, I miss those days too! kool-aide and credits cards...lol, that one made me smile. I can so relate. really miss those strawberry wine days sometimes.
have a wonderful trip as I know you will. beautiful photo as well. Jealous of how lush the grass looks as the landscape around here is turning brown under the scorching sun and dry skies :(