In dawn's embrace, the ocean sings,
Where rugged cliffs meet seagull wings,
The mist unfurls, a soft caress,
Awake, Newfoundland, in morning's dress.

The fishing boats, like dreams set free,
Dance on waves of emerald sea,
As salty breezes weave through pines,
In every heart, a spirit shines.

From St. John's hills to Gros Morne's grace,
Each whisper tells a timeless trace,
Of stories woven in the wind,
Of laughter shared, of love unpinned.

The vibrant hues of fishing sheds,
The echoes of the life it threads,
In every nook, the past remains,
A tapestry of joy and pains.

The lighthouses stand, steadfast and bright,
Guiding souls through the darkest night,
With lanterns that flicker, hearts ignite,
Awake, Newfoundland, in your light.

So raise a toast to land and sea,
To heritage, to you and me,
For in each dawn, a promise grows,
Awake, Newfoundland, the whole world knows

-M. S Chandler