Floating Castles of Home

The stillness of thought envelops the calm

The Pod rises up breaching and breaking

The sound of the blowhole welcomes the dawn

As my soul is pulled home with my heart a aching

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The floating white castle meanders along

With sea birds above and fish plenty beneath

Pure Joy in my heart I feel the whale song

It’s not a performance, they’re here to feed

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Some haven’t eaten since last summer’s run

Resting and birthing far to the south

Now they’ve returned to join in the fun

To gorge on the buffet, they can’t live without

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Majestic, they charge up from below

Breaching the surface with athletic panache

Twisting and turning completing the show

Before crashing down with a thunderous splash

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Here on the coast of the land of my youth

Where waves crash onto a rock covered beach

I see things more clearly, I see the truth

All that I am is within my eyes reach

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A Circus of Puffins appears flying low

Dropping like stones and crashing in the sea

Funny little sea parrots adding to the show

Clown birds landing being clumsy as can be

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I watch with wonder the Puffin circus fly

Confused and awed by what I see

At 400 beats a minute, the wings evade the eye

It’s like a flock of footballs diving to the sea

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The iceberg castle slowly moves along

Blocking the horizon in a wall of white

The salty sea breeze sings a love song

Moving through cracks and holes in the ice

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A feeling of comfort covers our boat

As I and my wife sit watching the show

Our love reawakened as calmly we float

We slowly come back to the love that we know

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Her fishing line forgotten behind us trolls

As we’re lost in the beauty of natures reverie

We become one as music enters our souls

The music of the birds, the whales and the sea

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A message so clear enters my mind

I’ve travelled the world, always alone

Until I met her I could never find

The place I belonged, the place I call home

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Her line becomes taught, jerking her hand

A flick of the wrist, she sets the hook deep

A thirty-pound Cod is hers to land

She smiles with joy, “tonight we feast”

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Home is a place or a feeling they say

The feeling is her; she’s all that I am

The place, this island of my childhood days

This place I love, this place

Newfoundland

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The Puffin. Also known as, Sea parrot or Clown bird.