Best Newfoundland Poems
A SONG THAT WILL ONLY MAKE SENSE
TO EAST COASTERS! (CANADA)
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
We’ve been to L’Anse Meadows, explored the Labrador.
Cruised the Ponds in Gros Morne Park, fished Caplin from the shore.
Raised a glass at Crow’s Nest, saw the sunrise Cape Spear beach.
Sang along with Great Big Sea, kissed the Cod and drank the Screech.
We’ve inner tubed the Nashwaak, fly fished the Miramichi.
Been to Historic Village in the heart of Acadie.
Climbed the Big Bald mountain, walked on Fundy’s floor.
Coasted up Magnetic Hill, scoffed at the Tidal Bore!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Sang “Farewell to Nova Scotia|”, drank Rita’s tea as well.
Danced all night at Ceilidhs, been to the Citadel.
Strolled the shore of Baddeck Bay, where the Silver Dart took flight.
Walked the wharf called Fisherman’s, the rocks at Peggy’s Light.
Sang “Bud the Spud!” with Stompin’ Tom, watched splinters fly away.
Ate lobster at church suppers, could hardly walk away.
Picked potatoes for the farmers, back in our childhood years.
Crossed Confederation Bridge, eight miles long me dears!
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
A heritage that we all share, our blood is maritime.
We thrill to see the Bluenose, her picture on a dime.
Emotion for an ocean, gray Atlantic ever by,
Newfoundland, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, PEI.
Ellis Pringle Craig, 2024.
N atural beauty that dazzles the eyes
E nveloped by the Alantic ocean it lies
W inters are long with lots of storms
F og so thick it defies the norms
O ffbeat people who like to have fun
U nusal named towns, ***** is one
N ewfinese slang, a translator you may require
D angerously high winds can sometimes transpire
L oads of tiny islands, over 7000 waiting for you to explore
A bundance of sea food, oil, ice burgs and moose to hunt for
N icknamed 'The Rock', breathtaking mountains and hiking trails to ascend
D are to be 'screeched in' and become an honorary Newf and forever friend
*Screeched in: An initiation ceremony where the person must drink screech rum, kiss a cod and speak some Newfoundland slang.
The participant then becomes on honorary Newfoundlander.
04/30/2014
Unknown Soldier from Newfoundland
finally back home in his native land;
long ago he laid down his gun,
his trials and tribulations all done;
he was someone's beloved son...
part of a small nation,
part of a lost generation...
we honour him...
we remember them...
a humble "Thank you" seems to hardly suffice
given their service and ultimate sacrifice...
Lest we forget.
the sea is wild today but we will tame it
as we and our forefathers have done
we are one with it ~ our land, our sea
AP: 1st place 2022, Honorable Mention 2026
driving through the wilds
roads carved through granite and spruce
dusk is approaching...
full concentration needed
"Be on the lookout for moose!"
Of all the seasons, summer has the slowest pace;
days of sun and relaxation, days of grace;
a chance to unwind from the rat race,
a chance to share - or find your own - space.
Summer solstice, upon its arrival
brings with it an unspoken urge to be idle,
and where I come from it is of great import
to enjoy summer while we can because it is so short.
With our maritime climate we know
that although the fog will roll and the wind will blow,
the sun will inevitably come out and shine
and we will enjoy the days of roses and wine.
Yogi is a Newfoundland Dog
A big black cuddly chap
He’s rather large, 150 pounds or so
His size means he cannot sit upon your lap
With a majestic head and four webbed feet
A gentle giant of a friend
Very loving and gracious
Really true to the very end
His temperament is gentle
But he likes to play a while
But although he is so big and strong
He will make you beam a smile
Affectionate to all around him
As a watchdog he’s pretty smart
One you have set your eyes on him
You will never want to be apart
He can live to almost fifteen years
His life is full of fun
He’ll take you for many long walks
He will certainly make you run
Standing very close to two-foot-six
He is certainly a magnificent sight
His bark is rather loud and deep
And gives unwelcome visitors a fright
A docile gentle type is he
The friendliest and good natured type of dog
When he bounds around the room
The whole area he seems to hog
He likes to swim down at the sea
He’s a lifesaver to boot
When he’s saving those out for a swim
It really is a hoot
It’s his natural instinct
Protective to the end
He really is a champion
The lovingest kind of friend.
GANDER NEWFOUNDLAND
38 PLANES HAD TO LAND
FOLKS GAVE A HELPING HAND
AFGHANISTAN, WHERE
CANADIAN TROOPS SERVED THERE
WE DID OUR FAIR SHARE