Branch, St. Mary’s Bay Caroline Brennan
When morning sun shines brightly On that village by the sea, Sweet memories of by gone days And scenes it brings to me, As the sound of waves, sweet music Their melodies relay, It’s then, it seems, I live my dreams In Branch, St. Mary’s Bay.
When nature dons, its spring attire And noonday smiles o’er all, And busy folks on sea and land Respond to duty’s call, From dawn till dark both young and old With co-operative will And dormant wealth must soon unfold Its treasures to their skill
Your kindly Dames, whose daughters fair Spend virtuous busy lives In convent, school and hospitals And happy homes ad wives
And better still your worthy sons Have awful dangers braved, And paid with life the supreme price That others might be saved.
Would I could worthy be This favour to obtain, I’d ask God’s blessings on that spot Forever to remain,
And brighter dawns in future years Reflect at close of day, The tranquil rest of spirits blest In Branch, St. Mary’s Bay
“This poem written in 1944, was found in a scrapbook kept by my mother Mrs Aggie” —Terry |
Branch Come Home Year August 9-19, 2007 |