I must away where the wind comes down.
Like a cunning wolf on a sleepy town.
Where the stars slip out on the edge of night.
There is no darkness - just dark on light.

Where the tall grass grows in a long green wave,

and the "Northern Lights" make a luminous cave.
Of the whole blue heavens, from earth to sea.
Where the wild geese soar in their ecstasy.
To their favourite haunts - to begin anew

Creation's relo - at their rendezvous.

 

 

 

Branch Come Home Year

August 9-19, 2007

Nostalgia For A Newfoundland Village

Kay (Kitty Mooney) Lynch, RN, PT