HALL'S HARBOUR
They come back long enough to mow the lawn.
To keep the past generations from moving on.
You would think that would be just time for a song.
But they find themselves there all summer long.
It might be that fifty acres is a lot of mowing.
While you are cutting the rest is growing.
What if there are views from the hillside.
What if you can watch the shifting tides.
Here there is time to watch the crows.
With every turn the John Deere mows.
The crows harvest behind the mower.
Like the family from a forgotten grower.
When you are resting you can be picking rocks.
The rock pile on the tree line talks.
We will stay to see the migrating flocks.
Or snow upon the summers locks.
Perhaps we will put in an old wood stove.
And thin out some of that hardwood grove.