Saltwater Footprints

Survivor of storms, provider of childhood wonders:
toboggan snows and castle sands,
trout in spring and apples just right for
hot cider on crisp fall nights.

When the tide is right, you can still
trace the footprints of Glooscap, mighty giant,
in the muddy basin of Minas.
And what secrets yet lie upon the brow of Blomidon?

Nova Scotia, seabound home, packed in salt for preservation.
Fashioner of songs and memories deep,
moving the hand that
moves the pen,
moving
the heart that
moves the blood that flows salty and
flows finally to the sea.

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