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A Yarmouth Experience

Rudders Seafood Restaurant and Brew Pub truly encompasses the heart and soul of the area. The building was built on the waterfront of Yarmouth, Nova Scotia in 18867. It was used by The Parker-Eakins company as a store and as the center of the export trade from it's own wharf. The wear and tear of the decades on the floor boards, the beams and the rafters put you in a comfortable atmosphere. The menu is diverse but the highlights are definitely the seafood options. All seafood is served fresh from the areas local fishing boats and always with a side order of Nova Scotian hospitality. The restaurant also has it's own on site micro-brewery! I would highly recommend stopping in for lunch, dinner or beer and a snack to anyone travelling though the area. You'll love it whether you're a seaman or a land lubber! 

Ice Cream- A spatial poem

Plunderverse

Edgar Allan Poe’s “Annabel Lee”

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea. 

A plunder by me

It was              a year ago,

             by the sea,

     a maiden

                      loved    me.

                  She was a child,

                                    of heaven,

    this was the reason that

         her kingdom kinsman came

and bore her away

The angel          so happy in heaven

w                a   

      t    

              c                           h

                   s

                              I feel the bright eyes

of my darling.