Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia

In the midst of strife and stress
I find myself traveling the world,
seeking nature’s quiet views.
Balm for my soul.

Standing far above the sea
I walk slowly beside hand hewn fences
near centuries old barn.
My steps saunter in times gone by.

Wild golden glow blooms brightly
amidst tall grasses swaying in breeze.
White spruce stand tall
framing views of Bras d’or Lake.

Photos to peruse later
insure Cape Breton stays with me.
This peaceful place shall always be
only a journal page away.




All photos taken yesterday, September 9, as we walked the grounds of Highland Village, a historical Gaelic village on Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia.

Through the late 18th and early 19th centuries, thousands of Gaels settled eastern Nova Scotia in patterns of chain immigration. Most of those immigrants spoke Gaelic, a Celtic language closely related to Irish. Despite a rigorous climate and landscape, Scottish Gaels adopted to life in Nova Scotia. In this place, we go back in time, and walk through their history.

9 thoughts on “Cape Breton Island, Nova Scotia”

  1. Melissa Lemay's avatar Melissa Lemay September 10, 2026 / 5:35 pm

    “seeking nature’s quiet views” always a wonderful thing.

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  2. Lisa or Li's avatar Lisa or Li September 10, 2026 / 5:51 pm

    Lillian, I’m surprised at how much your photos look like Michigan! The goldenrod is in full display here also. Sounds like you are finding what you are seeking on your travels. Bon Voyage!

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  3. jcosmo's avatar jcosmo September 10, 2026 / 7:55 pm

    A lovely reflection on times when life was simpler.

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  4. Truedessa's avatar Truedessa September 10, 2026 / 8:47 pm

    I enjoyed all the photos. I have Nova Scotia on my list of places to visit.

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  5. kim881's avatar kim881 September 11, 2026 / 4:59 am

    It’s great to see you’re back with stunning photos and a poem to take me to Nova Scotia. These lines leaped out at me:

    ‘Standing far above the seaI walk slowly beside hand hewn fencesnear centuries old barn.My steps saunter in times gone by.’

    It must have been so wild and beautiful when the first settlers arrived, but also daunting and dangerous.

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  6. rothpoetry's avatar rothpoetry September 11, 2026 / 7:58 pm

    A beautiful poem, Lillian. I love the photo of you standing by the barn. Looks like a wonderful place to unwind!

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  7. Reelika Pedak's avatar Reelika Pedak September 12, 2026 / 7:49 am

    Beautiful photos, no wonder you found peace there. The poem itself also gives off this feeling of tranquility when you get away from the rush.

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