A FISHERMAN’S HOLIDAY

My cousin Virginia Boutilier wrote this poem about my father in 1953, after he and my mom, brother and sister paid Virginia and her family a visit, travelling from Saskatchewan to Seabright, N.S.:

There is a man from Saskatchewan, Roy Boutilier is his name. He came to Nova Scotia to fish his way to fame.

With hook and line and hopes held high, he started out from Seabright, but soon to his dismay, he found not a tuna in sight.

“I’ll catch a tuna yet,” said he, “For further I will rove!” So, with rod and reel, he started off for Peggy’s Cove.

With baited hook he cast his line to again try his luck, but his hopes were dashed, for all he caught was pollock.

Now homeward bound, he’s off again, a still unfamous man, for all he has to show his friends is tuna in a can!