Our Language Of Love

May 31, 2025

By Rose Marie Rideout 

I come from dear old Newfoundland,
Like so many more before.
It will be my birth place forever,
With a language that we all adore.

 Some folks live by the water,
Overlooking the ocean & wide open sea.
I'll always love my home of Newfoundland,
It will always be so dear to me.

 While most people grew up idle,
Some were mischievous & naughty you see.
While others searched for their true love,
The perfect husband or wife to be.

They'd listen to tunes on the old radio,
Pull their partener upon the floor.
Welcome all strangers to join in a feast,
Of moose meat, homebrew & more.

Many were forced to move from home,
To raise their families far away.
Longing to return to our language of love,
Where once again they can stay.

 If your heart longs to travel, 
For a beauty ever so full & green,
Feast your eyes towards Newfoundland,
You'll want to go back there again.