John of the Nugent and sister Kealey

followed a calling to our rugged shores.

Their hearts were aflame for what, they knew not

Trusting Grace would open our doors.

　

Indeed, they were welcomed, as always one is

to drink in our pubs and feast at our tables.

They liked what they ate and they drank but our best

and settled in quickly as soon as they were able.

　

They discovered among many traits of our nature,

in the East we are loving and somewhat peculiar.

Not unlike us, they were, from a family of many

And blended well with our "steeped" sense of humor.

　

Mention steeped... tea?, if you will, make it strong, keep it hot-

Share a tale, tell a joke; just be witty.

There were hikes, there were picnics in apple orchards

Did I mention the great days and great nights in our city?

Spirit moved them in their young hearts, Love did touch them,

did excite them, broke and healed them to be set free.

Many friendships, many blessings kept them busy, kept them going

I can never express my thanks enough for the gifts they have given me.

　

　

Now the day, it is upon us, sadly, we must lift our voices

"farewell to brother John and sister Kealey", they must depart

Nova Scotia will be different, will be missing you both dearly

But embracing every memory, every moment in our hearts!