Just wanted to share this beautiful poem about my home province. (Forgive me if I've posted this before. I did a search and couldn't find it.)
Newfoundland
(a poem read with soft music in the background)
by Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Perchance they may have told you
Of this isle in her shroud of snow
Of rugged coasts where oceans spin their fury
Where chill ice drifts, and where the wild winds blow.
But oh I wonder have you seen her
When first awakened from her winter sleep?
When birches bud, and through the peaceful valleys
Released from death, her mighty rivers leap.
I wonder have you known her in the summer?
Her strong cliffs streaming in azure haze
When white-sailed vessels pass in stately beauty
Through the calm turquoise waters of her bays
I wonder have you trod her scented marshes
Where dainty orchids smile for your delight?
Or have you heard the bells of homing cattle
In the sweet stillness of approaching night?
I wonder have you seen her in the autumn?
In youth so exquisite, in age divine
When every maple is a flaming beacon
And every birch a fair and holy shrine
Gold of the ferns, scarlet of the berries
Russet and brown as far as eye can see
And the dark spruce as constant and as changeless
As her dear heart shall ever prove to be
Newfoundland, oh yes they may have told you
Of this isle in her shroud of snow
Of rugged coasts where oceans spin their fury
But friend, remember, 'tis not always so
Life comes to her from those grim hours of travail
A priceless gem from God's almighty hand
Go search the world and find a fairer picture
Than the sunlight on the hills of Newfoundland.
Newfoundland
(a poem read with soft music in the background)
by Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers
Perchance they may have told you
Of this isle in her shroud of snow
Of rugged coasts where oceans spin their fury
Where chill ice drifts, and where the wild winds blow.
But oh I wonder have you seen her
When first awakened from her winter sleep?
When birches bud, and through the peaceful valleys
Released from death, her mighty rivers leap.
I wonder have you known her in the summer?
Her strong cliffs streaming in azure haze
When white-sailed vessels pass in stately beauty
Through the calm turquoise waters of her bays
I wonder have you trod her scented marshes
Where dainty orchids smile for your delight?
Or have you heard the bells of homing cattle
In the sweet stillness of approaching night?
I wonder have you seen her in the autumn?
In youth so exquisite, in age divine
When every maple is a flaming beacon
And every birch a fair and holy shrine
Gold of the ferns, scarlet of the berries
Russet and brown as far as eye can see
And the dark spruce as constant and as changeless
As her dear heart shall ever prove to be
Newfoundland, oh yes they may have told you
Of this isle in her shroud of snow
Of rugged coasts where oceans spin their fury
But friend, remember, 'tis not always so
Life comes to her from those grim hours of travail
A priceless gem from God's almighty hand
Go search the world and find a fairer picture
Than the sunlight on the hills of Newfoundland.