I thought last night of what once used to be
Of windswept coasts and solitudes immense
The nightmare desolation of that sea
That harbours dreams of life’s lost innocence.

And how down lonely corridors of time
Where dreamers flee from reasons execrations
Ancestral thoughts of creatures of the slime
Afflict the mind with further tribulations.

Laurentia is long gone, except in thought,
Of sunbeams glinting on the Grenville Sea;
Oh Laurentia, thy memory long-sought
But adds to and renews perplexity

Oh obscure longings that evoke the past
A past defying dreamers’ comprehension
At which so many times we are aghast
And seek the solace of our own dimension

Mem’ries of the future, as of the past
Dictate life’s progress through this present waste
And speak of landscapes all too vast;
Unhelpful answers you’d prefer erased

Tony Kelly, Crook