My beloved Nova Scotia
The place where land meets sea
Still owns a piece of my heart
Which breaks and bleeds for those kind souls
Who walk those path beside the lonely waters
Where for centuries men have sailed and died
Bringing a sense of still sadness
On the rocks and beneath the waves.

Such sorrow, such a senseless act,
Such a tragedy inflicted
On those who deserve better.
And I am back there with you
Walking the shores of Lac Bras d’Or,
Strolling along the Halifax boardwalk,
Sipping a white wine of Annapolis Valley,
Feeling the bitter taste of sadness,
Feeling the pain of losing something precious.

 

Lawrence J.W. Cooper