Tuesday, 16 April 2013

A Poem by Ray Alexander Fraser





The Highlands of Cape Breton are Whispering the Spring Thaw



by



Ray Alexander Fraser




The Highlands of Cape Breton are whispering the spring thaw: 
The seagulls squeak, the eagles screech and the crows start to caw. 
The wind shifts, the birch lean and the spruce stand their best, 
The Highlands of Cape Breton begin their slow chant of West. 


It rises up to Cape St. Lawrence across the melting seas; 
It spins with the tides, circles around and bends back to the trees; 
It carries through the flat harbour of St. Lawrence's Bay, 
Stopping at the Crosses, wailing West as it makes way. 


West. West. West. 
The Highlands continue their wail, continue their lament. 
West. West. West. 
The northern ocean rumbles, filled with discontent. 
West. West. West. 
The mighty whales thrash about the shore crashing to the sand. 
West. West. West.
The chant will not stop until you bring your clan to this fabled land.