Nova Scotia

The cross-hatched crevasses,

Of the ancient glacial coastline,

Like a woolen Scottish tartan,

The plaid’s intersecting design,

That creates such dimension,

With every thick and thin line,

Peggy’s Cove misted with the sea,

She leaves her kiss of brine,

On the lighthouse that stands,

And will forever shine.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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