Tuesday, June 23, 2015
for Pa who was a proud Acadian, may you rest in peace…an exerpt from James Perry’s poem
My beautiful Acadie, Where art thou now?
In the stillness of the meadow
The lark awaits your return
In the scent of the sunrise
By the light of the moon
Where the tide ebbs and flows
When the apple blossom blooms
In the shadow of the wood
The timid deer, ears perked
Pauses to hear
Of your coming
When the west wind blows by Blomiden's Cape
I see thee, dear Acadie
I feel thee
You are in my heart
You are my spirit
You have finally, finally come home!
