What do you do with your hope
when those you love,
your husband,
brother,
father,
son
cousin,
your friend
are lost at sea?
What do you do with your grief
when all efforts to find them,
to bring them back home,
have been called off.
What do you do with your anger
your complete loss of control?
Where do you look for answers?
The loss of these five young fishermen here in Nova Scotia,
is not new to those whose livelihood is from the sea.
"The top spot on the list -of most dangerous professions-
goes to fishermen and fisherwomen,
who lost their lives at a rate of 116 per 100,000 full-time workers."
Perhaps all you can do
I have three brothers and they are at rest
Their arms are folded on their breast
But a poor simple sailor just like me
Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed
Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?
They are sea people, the pride of the land,
Strong of the spirit and rough of the hand;
Sea people the waters command,
From their rocky old steeds of the strand.
when those you love,
your husband,
brother,
father,
son
cousin,
your friend
are lost at sea?
Miss Alley lost at sea off the southeast coast of Nova Scotia |
when all efforts to find them,
to bring them back home,
have been called off.
What do you do with your anger
your complete loss of control?
Where do you look for answers?
The loss of these five young fishermen here in Nova Scotia,
is not new to those whose livelihood is from the sea.
"The top spot on the list -of most dangerous professions-
goes to fishermen and fisherwomen,
who lost their lives at a rate of 116 per 100,000 full-time workers."
Arthur Lismar (Group of Seven) Nova Scotia Fishing Village 1930 |
when the loss is fresh,
the wound ragged and seeping,
is to honour those you have loved and lost,
to "heave a sigh and a wish" for them.
I have three brothers and they are at rest
Their arms are folded on their breast
But a poor simple sailor just like me
Must be tossed and driven on the dark blue sea.
Farewell to Nova Scotia, you sea-bound coast
Let your mountains dark and dreary be
For when I am far away on the briny ocean tossed
Will you ever heave a sigh and a wish for me?
Farewell to Nova Scotia
Fishermen's Memorial Lunenburg, NS |
They are sea people, the pride of the land,
Strong of the spirit and rough of the hand;
Sea people the waters command,
From their rocky old steeds of the strand.
Allister MacGillivray
Dedicated to