Our Gloucester, she exists in our hearts
Its tales of woe’s and seas of gallantry.
We could be far away, but of our souls
Our Island we call home will never part.
Its heritage more precious than diamonds or gold
The schooners, and draggers and ships at sail,
Ten-Pound Island and the mysteries it holds,
Our golden sands, changing with the storm tossed gale,
Imprints of life erased by each mornings tide,
Seagulls with their young gathering to feast.
Gloucester made famous by fishermen of the sea,
By others who fought for the rights of people like you or me.
Our Gloucester of today and its many challenges present
That will be reached by Heritages pride and commitment.
Our Gloucester is etched into the sands time
By the symbol of our Fishermen of the sea;
It makes us proud of our heritage is world known
By the Captain at the wheel and the Leader of Gloucester’s Fleet.
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.
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 that the nets will bring a bountiful great
From beneath the seas created by God’s caress
In these moments of Faith we must join in hand
In singing of 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 Victories.
Sitting and admiring our inner harbor
I can vision the Fishermen of Gloucester’s past
Names that are now etched at the harbors edge
Of the Fisherman’s statue in sunlight cast
Our harbor embraced by the colors of our nation
With the many flags that stand along its rails
This our Island of Gloucester God’s gift of creation
With its Fishing boats and Schooners at full sail
Street lights that mirror years long ago
Tourists and City folk strolling on by
Dogs of all breeds chasing at their owners heels
Under God’s sky of blue and cotton puffed skies
Its walkway filled with statues of marble and stone
Of the our heritage of our hero’s of yesterday
Fishermen and soldiers who made Gloucester their home
Now a place for adults to enjoy and children to play
Walking on a Wave of memories -
gloucester's main street