"Her rolling shores and fields of green Sure her beauty ‘tis such as can never be seen Craggy cliffs and windswept land Multi-coloured beach rocks, a kaleidoscope in sand Her barren seacoast calls one to rise To inhale the aroma, the depth of her prize Of seaweed and kelp, and fresh salt air The splendor will grab hold, a heart t’will ensnare Pine trees, wild flowers and berries galore Ferns and kelly-green moss sweep her forest floor Her wildlife so rare, her beauty untouched Try as you might, it can never be clutched In winter she carries a cold like no other With a bitter wind that will cause you to shudder Snow, ice and frost, of those there are plenty But most will attest, they are part of her fancy In summer, her rays sparkle and dance on the sea She’s balmy and foggy, but her radiance is free With a water of blue, and ocean life teeming She enters the soul and does her spring cleaning Mournful at times, her music will play The call of a foghorn, a howling wind, her touché From sights and sounds, a balance is weighed She will cause you to stand for her, a debt, repaid She sits in the hearts of her people ‘tis sure Because a heartache for home carries no cure She will call them back and beckon to them Like the flowers that grow, she is their stem "   Submitted By: NULL