Newfoundland

By Joan Spurrell-Hotson Come Where the Sea Charges the granite With insistent thrusts, Flinging rainbows to the wind. Or, flirting with the shore, Daintily lifts its skirts To show its frilly petticoats. Where puffins and gulls Wipe their feet on its tilting plane Before their flight into heaven. Come Where the Rock, Forged in Nature’s…