Gloucester's Stacey Boulevard
The long stretched walk from end to end
Its memorial stones to pay homage to Gloucester's past
A silent moment to my being it sends
The historic scene to my pen now cast
In the harbor achored Lobstermen at their task
So they can feed and nurture their young
All they ask is for a good catch today
This beautiful scene of Gloucester beneath God's sun
The rippling of the oceans wave
Now disturbed by the speedboats cutting their way
Nature's seagulls with their own natural sound gave
Truly the divine work of our Creator one could say
Ten Pound Island with God's creatures giving flight
With the Breakwater protecting Gloucester's shores
The Fisherman's statue who oversees days and nights
This our beloved Gloucester , visitors travel from afar to
explore
Tablets representing the thousands of lives
Loved ones gathered to witness with pride
The staue of the Fisherman and now of The Fishermen's wives
On our beautiful boulevard where we honor those who have died
Fiesta Reunion of Faith
The smell of food cooking and filling the air
Sounds of laughter from the children's glee
The babies in their carriages with eye's a'glare
A time for families to fill the need
Of sharing their faith during this celebration in time
Of Saint Peter, The great Fisherman of the sea
Families once more reunited in embrace to find
Memories of what years ago used to be
Fiesta is and always will be a time of Faith
That the Fishermen and their boats are blessed
So the nets will bring a bountiful great
From beneath the sea created by God's caress
In these moments of Faith we must join in hand
In singing the Praise to this great guardian of the sea
Who for year upon year is celebrated in Grand?
For the richness we have in Life's Victory's
Gloucester's Peterson's Pit
Through winding road , and at its end
Sits a beautiful cabin small
Encircled by the water that blends
Is a pit to swim for all
I can imagine all the fun
That was had there through the years
Basking beneath God's sun
With all Nature's animals to hear
The laughter of children as they play
As the hotdogs cook over the fire
Gathered together this fine day
Let the love nature be your desire
As the sun settles in the West
Let God's great gifts stay with you
For truly he knows what is best
His gift of Nature is Heaven's preview
Dog
Town
As
I stroll along its wooded path
I view with amazement at Dog Town’s reflections
Of how all Mother Natures leaves amass
Its various and beautiful colors blended to perfection
God’s great creatures dashing around
Making ready for a long winters sleep
Birds up and flying southward bound
Those left behind building nests to keep
You can feel the history of Dog Town in the air
As you view each cellar and heart nature’s sounds
We must take heed to treat it with great care
Of all God’s wonderful creature’s abound
So as the first snow begins to fall
Take a last look at Dog Towns open space
Appreciate the winters cleansing in whiteness all
That God has given us to embrace
Duncan
St. Past & Present
A narrow street with its curves and bends
Filled with fond memories of the past
Of when I was a shoe shine boy with money to spend
As my first teen years in time were cast
The Fisherman’s Institute now torn down
The Police Station right next door
Now at the inner heart of town
The Esler Building still standing with modern décor
This was the place my mother lived and worked
The building Center now surrounded by baron land
Unbuildable in the future by city codes and quirks
Gloucester Paints now replaced by a bank
Empire fish abandoned ,the place where my Dad worked
This was my street with its businesses and bars
A place where I learned to become a man
Now replaced by tourists and cars
I ask you dear Lord was this in your plan?
Heritage’s
Honor Roll
Our city can be proud this day of praise
As we celebrate its heritage etched in stone
For their names are not forgotten of the oceans grave
To Gloucester’s youth this will now become known
How fitting it is that these tablets set at our shore
Surround our fisherman of Gloucester’s fame
For all those who come to honor and explore
Their heritage at birth from each of their names
We can vision the fishermen as they cast their nets
In the vast seas of waters that are far from tame
By this memorial we will never forget
For they are now immortalized in historic fame
Be proud of what you witness this day of Gods rest
For these fishermen did not die in vain
We give thanks to God in Jesus name
Those we honor today were Gloucester’s best
Celebrating
the 17th. Walk
By
Peter A. Todd 04/24/2004
Circled
by friends and families alike
We celebrate Pride Stride’s 17th.year
With heads held high in answer to the plights
Of the many causes we hold dear
Walking across the golden sands
Crossing the Footbridge of time
Made by the working man
Over the imprints of memories to find
The Laughter of children as they talk and play
Along the twisting of our Back Shore
Renewing old friendships today
While the blessings of our Creator we explore
We celebrate in pride these seventeen years
By meeting the challenges of each goal
In faith it will take away the pain and tears
From the suffering and challenges of others untold
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Gloucester
I take my stroll by the oceans sand
Amazed by how the tide smoothes the shore
Taking pictures of the Man at the Wheel
Paying a quarter for the harbor to explore
Catching my breath as I admire such sites
As the Lighthouse beyond Ten Pound Island
Or the majesty of Hammond’s castle at night
Or our golden beaches to bask on
The oceans wave pounding the back shore
With the mists of the sea spraying each passerby
The Universalist Church with its historical steeple
As its glowing beacon guides ships through foggy skies
The fishing boats and Lobster boats tied to each dock
Making ready their nets and traps for the next trip out
Dogtown Common with all its trails and historic rocks
Stagefort Park and its happy families of cries and shouts
The Joan of Ark statue and Roger’s memorial stone
All the murals inside City Hall
The name of Lost Fishermen , loved ones own
This my friends is the city my memory recalls
Niles
Beach Sunset
I gaze upon the evening sunset
This outstretched Island of golden sand
As it reflects along our rocky inlet
Its majestic beach smoothed by each tides hand
The shimmering like diamonds of the sea
As the sun begins to settle in the west
The Tall Ships sailing through the winter breeze
As darkness covers at the waters crest
The mighty waves begin to pound at our shore
As the nights chill makes the barrometer fall
The call of nature brings its creatures to sing
The song of winters first mating call
What a beautiful and glorious sight
That our father in Heaven brings to me
It brings to mind of how beautifuly bright
Gods many mansions in Heaven will be
Summer
Breeze
The summer breeze sings along
Beneath the sky of blue and white
Lazy days that seem to drag along
Into evenings starlit night
If only time could be stilled
To enjoy in full God's gifts in life
Our faith in God's promise will
Always keep us within his sight
So enjoy Nature and all it holds
Its vast mountains,lakes and streams
For before you know it leaves turn to gold
Our summer falls to winter's gleam
The sands of time whisk on by
So enjoy your life while it lasts
Tomorow's sun brings a new tide
To bring us to his throne and judgement cast
The
Morning Sun
The morning sun awakes the day
As the mother birds feed their young
Little squirrels romp and play
A mother's work day just begun
Time is such a beautiful thing
As each new experience comes to life
The joys that Mother Nature brings
Sweet scented flowers colors bright
The sight of the rainbow from end to end
Below God's Heavenly glowing light
As the rain comes to its end
Such a rare and beautiful sight
The most wonderful gift of all
Is a mothers child about to be born
Its tender body so frail and small
A gift of God and earth's new dawn
Rockport’s Back Beach
Hidden
along the winding streets
Is Rockport’s gift from God
The golden sands of its back beach
A tourist’s journey of a beautiful pilchard
The boats in view of small and bigger crafts
The swimmers both young and mature
What greater gift from God’s could one ask
Than the beauty of magnificent rapture
The washing of the sands by the incoming tide
Erasing the imprints of adults and youth
Replaced by the seas new creature to abide
Within the beauty of earth and the sands of times roots
Beauty is truly in the eyes of the beholder
This is why the tourists return each year
The artists stoke even enrich it more bolder
Through the caress of the brush it’s visions clear
The
Fisherman
Watching over our boats night and day
With his hands at the ships wheel
A statue of Faith for the fishermen of today
With eyes fixed like glistened steel
Many a seasons storms have passed by
Since he was dedicated on our shore
Through raging storms and sunlit skies
The Fisherman has done his chore
Our sands of time have taken its toll
From the great statue of our seas
Like the many stories of Noah often told
Our Fisherman sets the spirit within us free
The words that are etched below his feet
So true to the fishermen in many ways
When the sands of time are stilled we’ll meet
Those we have lost from the oceans grave
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