THE ROCK

I was compelled to write about Newfoundland, affectionately known by locals as The Rock. Here is the poem:

THE ROCK (In Reference To Newfoundland)

There is a passive passion about ‘The Rock’

Where there’s always a trail for a hiker’s walk

And where (affectionately) Newfies bear thick skin

Below the flight of seabirds, gulls, and puffin

But under a blast of occasional starlings

Are a breed of sweetie pie darlings

Hearts shaped by winds, rain, and nature harsh

And boulders, ponds, and peatland marsh

From the top of Signal Hill there lies

Views of dreams nothing short of surprise

What to speak of Cape Spear, Cornerbrook, Gander

Gross Morne Park, all of stunning grandeur

Trees of fir, spruce, larch, and birch

Soft toppings to a very rugged earth

Plentiful fruit-of-the-sea on the coast

On land – bears and moose – something to boast

George St. in St. John’s is the party place

Stronger than tea, drinks are in kegs or a case

For the eyes – colours red, yellow, blue, green – to look

These are the charm homes from a story book

And for the ears – “How ya gettin’ on?”

“Come from away?” “Yes, b’ay!” and on and on

A beloved superintendent overlooks The Rock

Casting lighthouse rays over this special spot

– By Bhaktimarga Swami

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