The South Shore, Nova Scotia Poem by Richard Provencher

Slender outline aside Canso's
shore, a boy silhouettes
open-mouthed
harbour

gray dawn emerging.

Sharing his vision, tourists
seek sights along the
Marine Trail

and thoughts meander
as high tide surges
inland. They admire the

scenery, astonished.

Seagulls pause in private
adventures,
left-over signatures on
tide-abandoned

rocks, Atlantic's view.

And cars continue
to intrude, from cove to
silent cove.