Mabou is in Cape Breton (Don’t Miss This)

(Matthew has a perfect eye so when he said don’t miss Mabou we came.)


Our hotel is red.  The room could be a motel room

anywhere  Mabou Red River Inn famous for cinnamon buns

Friday pizza  we  walk  to  trails winding around

the river   air is  yellowish

pines and wild thyme   low sky,  bald eagles  every night

I am not a nature poet here I want to be

to know the names of  tiny blueberries we pick

all the birds we see

we walk  to the Red Shoe Inn music every night

easier for me to tell you about the people at the next table

than  birds we saw along the way young woman

amazing Elvis  tattoo Elvis all the way from her elbow to her shoulder.

He looks happy too.



Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.


  1. I am loving your adventures in Nova Scotia. I am so happy that we can look forward to another week of your perspicacious reports. With many thanks and much love, Kay Langan

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