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Newport's Sons

















The twinkling lights of Newport
Reach out across the sea
Evoking family memories
Their echoes call to me
The town where once great grandfather
Was proud to be called mayor
A city now its title
I'm sure its pride he'd share
Two sons they crossed an ocean
To fortune seek afar
With farm and architecture
In distant Canada
Both returned when duty called
In France they went to war
One survived, the other died
Like millions had before
But he passed down a legacy
The rhythm in words' sound
Poetic inspiration
That I find all around.

Grandfather Lionel (left) and Great Uncle Horace as boys-modified.jpg
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