Sep 18 - Antigonish (by Colin Ross)

                         Sept 18 - Antigonish

With having no performance

And hence, no van to load,

We had a normal rising

'Fore leaving our abode.

Today, we head north, round the coast

Toward the Cabot Trail,

Then south t'Antigonish we go

Meandering hill and dale.

After a breakfast, filling,

With time, no need to rush,

We boarded our large 'limousine'

To leave our hotel, plush.

We passed beside the Mira,

Of which we oft have sung,

'long many winding roadways

With homes speckled among.

We stopped a-front 'Cape Smokey'

To get th'Atlantic view,

And while, before, 'twas raining,

The sun did shine, on cue.

Did reminisce of 'home' for me,

With winding snakey turn,

Faster, 'twould be a switchback,

To make the stomach churn.

Just past the sign for Ingonish

We viewed the CastleRock

Then paused to give our legs a stretch

And have a little walk.

Then turning back upon the path,

Of yore, by men was paved,

We did rest momentarily

For food, our stomachs craved.

From back of coach, some heard a noise,

A lilting, 'twangy' thing,

But then we realised, that it

Was Carlos, trying to sing.

When exiting Cape Breton,

So suave in adulthood,

Upon a cliff, beside our coach

A posing eagle stood.

Know NOT, where is the 'Uncle'

Or IF, he does exist,

But IF we see her, we can ask,

You know, - "aunty Gonish"

Arriving at our hotel,

A quarter after three,

Again, our Lester did excel,

I'm sure you'll all agree.

Our concert for St. Margarets,

The hospital that's here,

Was supported very keenly

At St. Francis Xavier.

Then back to our hotel 'twas found

Tea, coffee, savoury, sweet,

A very welcome gesture,

                                  To make our day complete.