MY ODE TO NEWFOUNDLAND
These selections of poems are all written about beautiful Newfoundland. I was born and raised there.
NEWFIES The doors open wide but not a soul inside you call out to them by name still no answer just the same
thats right we don't live in igloos no more we have real houses, complete with a door but locking your door just keeps a honest man out so lots of people don't lock up when they are busy about
since the fisheries all closed down here so many people have chosen to resettle elsewhere their the ones you meet up away the ones who miss Newfoundland to this very day
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WHERE CAN YOU GO....
Where can you go to find warmth and kindness too people who will willingly help you where can you go as a stranger today and make a life long friend in a one week stay
where can you go and be greeted on the street by not just one but everyone you meet where can you go for a party at night one that lasts until the morning light
Where can you go to find such a place a place with charm ,beauty and grace you'll only find a place like that here In beautiful Newfoundland thats where
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pea soup fog... Newfoundland
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GONE FISHIN! They're all going out fishing today people from all around the bay its time for our brief cod season for the busy day, thats the reason
now the catch is limited you see pack your lunch and thermos of tea they'll stay out till dark I bet not ready to give up just yet
cod fishing is still held so dear as you can tell by all the boats out there its a art form carried on from on generation to another a pass time that is like no other
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Spaniards Bay, Newfoundland, view from Maul Tree Hill
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OUTTA WORK
So many Newfie jokes wherever you are whether your at work, at home or the bar surely you've told a Newfie joke too now heres the truth and the jokes on you
we finished all our work thats why we have none now we worked long and we worked hard is how we are made to look less then bright brings the desired affect just right
the jokes kept Newfoundland beauty hidden away a secret hidden and guared each day the jokes kept strangers away so long but now when they come here they think they belong
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Port De Grave, Newoundland
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