From where I am standing, I can overlook the Valleys of Corner Brook my childhood home. Although I know I will never go back to live I have to admit, it has some of the most beautiful sites in the world to see. I'll continue to visit and always be proud to say, "Yes I am a Newfoundlander.
Down Through the Valley August 11, 2010
By Rose Marie Rideout
I look down through the Valley,
From where I call home,
I’ve missed all it’s beauty,
Often feeling alone.
The blue clear waters,
Surrounded by trees,
The beauty, the Valleys,
Such a wonder to see.
We don’t notice it for years,
That we live there each day,
After years we start longing,
Missing it while we are away.
The trees standing tall,
covering the Valleys along the way,
Beautiful God given gifts,
What more can I say.
Look at the clear skies so clear,
You hear it’s whisper from above,
Put together the picture,
Fill your heart with pure love.
I now look down through the Valleys,
To the place I call home,
Missing all of the beauty,
As I once again roam.
This is a beautiful write sis and yes it certainly makes me homesick.
So glad you had the opportunity to get over to the old home town, its been 18 yrs or more for me and I really do miss it.
A touch of the Judy Garland's about this, dear Rose - and, judging by the picture, no wonder! East we may wander, west we may roam, but, when it comes down to it, we just all want to click out heels and fly away home! Beautifully stated with awe and gratitude. Your feelings almost speak for themselves. xx
Wow Rose! You have me wanting to see this beautiful valley! I feel as though I've already been there through your words. What a lovely view it is.
God Bless!
Angela
Lovely tribute to your home town, Rose, and you are absolutely right...the view from the hills around Corner Brook, Newfoundland is breathtaking! Always visit there when I go home to Stepehnville! Enjoyed very much!
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So glad you had the opportunity to get over to the old home town, its been 18 yrs or more for me and I really do miss it.
Love you sis,
Selena
God Bless!
Angela
This is beautiful Rose!!
Your poem envisions so perfectly
you photo
Love's Valley Through & Through
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John
Be always safe,
Karen
Peace,
Dayvid
GOD BLESS YOU
TONY
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Marcia
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :)
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Anna