It's going on seven years now that my husband brought me to live in this beautiful, always changing, yet ever-the-same province. While it is still difficult to be away from my family and friends in Ontario, I don't think that I could ever drag myself from here to go back there. There is something about living by the sea and forest that slows you down, and lets you breath. In your January 08 issue of Downhome, I spotted "Poetry Plea," written to Ron Young by Boyd Eddy of Garden Cove, NL, asking for more printed poetry. I had written a little my first winter in this magical place, but never mailed it to your magazine. I guess now is the time. I do not claim to be a great poet; it just feels good putting pen to paper. In the beauty of this land and sea, everyone can be a poet, maybe even me.

Longwinter

Winter on the Newfoundland Coast

Come in from the cold
Come in and hide
Come by the fire
Come stand by my side

The snow keeps on falling
Falling outside
Ice everywhere
Comes in with the tide

The wind blows so wild
So very strong
When will it stop?
It can't be too long?

We cuddle in bed
Our noses buried deep.
The blankets, the quilts
On the bed in a heap.

Soon the flowers will bloom
Peek up from the white.
The grass will turn green
What a beautiful sight.

Sun beaming down
Long into the night.
Summer is coming
Let's sleep till the light   Submitted By: NULL