You beat our shores like never before.
In a hundred years that passed.
An island braced for all your fury.
You came and swept too fast.
Houses rocked and trees fell freely.
In your path of leveling.
Your might was very impressive.
Your will and tenacity unwavering.
Calm is now restored, tears are fresh,
reluctant surveyors count the pain.
Lives are scarred, seeing a reset.
A lifetime of work in vain.
For five hundred years and five hundred more,
mark this day with candor.
Never forget or underestimate,
the perseverance of a Newfoundlander!