Ode to Newfoundland
Oh, icebergs, you are like mountains on the water.
You glisten and shimmer in the hot sun.
I love watching you silently enter the harbor's shallow water as I sit on the old wharf.
Waiting for you to split, and splash into the water below.
Oh, Atlantic Ocean, I love how your waves crash against the shore.
Reflecting sunlight as they rush in to greet the sand.
My feet brush the water, and the coldness makes me shiver.
I smell the salty air of the ocean as I take in a deep breath.
Oh, beautiful sea glass.
You hide in the sand, so difficult to find.
I feel the smooth texture of your surface in my hands.
You fill glass jars full of memories for me to bring home.
We have shared so many good times together.
I will never forget the fresh smell in the air,
Or the moose that live in the woods
Oh Newfoundland, I cannot wait to see you again!
By Sophie Reglin