To tread upon her rugged shore
Caressed by a restless sea.
Linger beside a pristine brook
Just the trees, the breeze and me!
To wander through open meadows
Where wildflowers paint the scene,
Feel the warmth of a sunshine kiss
On a carpet of emerald green!
To gaze upon mountains old as time,
Splendid hues of green and blue!
Peaks that seem to touch the clouds
And very often do!
To hear the birdsong melodies
Freedom beneath their wings!
Air so fresh and pure and clean
Your heart is sure to sing!
There’s not another place on earth
More near and dear to my heart
And even when I’m away from home
Newfoundland is in my heart!
© Annabel Sheila
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Hugs and love,
Christine
Ron
in this magnificat poem.
Lady Mary Ann
Nothing compares to going back home, especially after you've been away for a spell. Dick
your love of home is well portrayed here, i wish that I had the same feeling as to wishing to return. Newfoundland is beautiful and I can understand why.
Budd
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Mark