(Acadian Driftwood)

"There is no use
crying about it,
Cousin America
has run off with
a Presbyterian
parson, and that
is the end of it."

(Horace Walpole)


The beaver, the rampike, the musket, the cod,
The fortress of pine & the hovel of sod,
Orcadian whalemen possessed by a God
Merciless, English, a bit of a sod.

The nickel, the loonie, the quarter, the toonie,
McDonald, Trudeau, Pearson, Mulroney,
Only Diefenbaker made us swoon, we
Liked his rhetoric on the noon TV.

Poetry arrived in the year of '65,
A tatterdemalion just barely alive,
He went out to Horseshoe Bay on a drive
And left us a goal for which we should strive.