enjoy a taste of gloucester...
Peter A. Todd has written over 800 poems in his life. Most of these deal with his musing on the things he loves the most in life: his family, his faith, and his beloved city. Beloved by his community, Pete has shared his talent through his articles in the Gloucester Daily Times and through public poetry readings at various important community events. In addition to his poems of Gloucester there are poems of life, loss, friendship, faith, and family. Pete also treats us to some wonderful reminiscences about the way Gloucester used to be - the people, the places, and daily life. So come join us on a tour of our fair city and get to know one of her most beloved favorite sons - Pete Todd.
Gloucester
I take my stroll by the ocean's 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.
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.