Newfoundland is a special place.
It is a mystical place where the sea meets the land, amid swirling tides;
A place of shingle and sand beaches, of sea stacks and caves, and offshore breakers.

It is a spiritual place where the greater universe
Is felt, seen and heard in the crashing of waves along rugged shores
Where massive headlands loom dimly through early morning fog
Where coastal and inland barrens stretch quietly under a winter moon.

It is a place where our nature has been nurtured, by the land, the sea, and time
And where these elements are deeply embedded
in the consciousness of all who live on her shores
Like the lands of our forebears,
It is a place of singers, of storytellers, and yes,
even of poets, who all sing and speak of who and what we are, of what we have become,
out of out our history on this rock within the sea.

It is a place that moves to the rhythm of the sea,
And where the sights, sounds, and smells of the ocean,
are forever at our doorstep.
It is a place where tides and winds battle constantly with rugged cliffs.
It is a place of bays, bights, tickles, reaches and coves
It is a place of harbours, capes, and headlands.
It is a place where people define their residency
as belonging to, rather than living in;
It is a place where folks are by nature
friendly, generous, and welcoming to all.
It is our home
It is where I belong,
For I am a Newfoundlander.

wayne taylor
Bonavista, NL