Nova Scotia poetry
 
In June 2001, my father and I traveled to Nova
Scotia together to fetch my daughter who was studying
at St. Mary's University. She had spent her spring
semester on an archaeological dig at Grand Pre and
promised us a tour. My father has traveled the world
but had never been to Nova Scotia though his mother
had often visited relatives there. As we stood in
the shadow of the Memorial Chapel, scanned the fields
for The Expulsion Cross, counted the Surettes in the
graveyard at St. Joseph's, we realized we had come
not just for my daughter but a family's legacy,
whispers from our past that will forever be a part of
our future.


©Copyright 2002 David R. Surette. All rights reserved.