My Newfoundland Home

NLTreasures By NLTreasures, 20th Oct 2011 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL
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My Newfoundland Home, Fictious poem comparing My Newfoundland home to Ireland

My Newfoundland Home

I came here from my homeland
to settle in this land
and sure t’was just like going back
to dear o’l Ireland
The people are so friendly
they extend a helping hand
friends or strangers are all the same
here in Newfoundland

Fisherman hauling Cod Traps
Farmers till the land
turning soil and picking weeds
with their two loving hands
Woman in the gardens
working making hay
Children jumping on the pooks
so happily they play

My thoughts return to Ireland
to when I was a lad
and of those happy times I shared
with dear o’l Mom and Dad
Both of them are gone now
and I am all alone
I’ve no reason to go back there
now Newfoundland’s my home

I travelled the wide world over
and there’s no place I’d rather be
than living here in Newfoundland
on that Island in the sea
yes Mom and Dad are Gone now
but if they could only see
the place of my new homeland
they’d be so proud of me

Although I oft times miss them
and there’s times I want to cry
holding tears back from my eyes
I know we all must die
and one day when it’s my turn
to meet with God above
I too will be heart broken
to leave the land I love

God provides a new home
with his Angels in the sky
but Newfoundland is home right now
til my time comes to die
for I travelled the whole world over
and there’s no place I rather be
for Newfoundland will be my home
for all eternity


Angels, Children, Eternity, Farmers, Fisherman, God, Homeland, Ireland, Mom And Dad, My Newfoundland Home, Newfoundland, Weeds, World

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author avatar NLTreasures
I was born and raised in Bryants Cove, Newfoundland, Canada, in 1957
I enjoy writing Poetry, short stories, and creating videos with Music. My website can be found at

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20th Oct 2011 (#)

Angel in sky, ghost who walks are you,
Walking in stealth with a thing of two.
Then play with the voice, run and hide,
Hope on a ferry for a nice big ride.

New Found Land, Planet gapes,
Then realises it none other than Professor Snapes.
How are you me hearty,How do you do,
How sweet of you to drop by, leave me a clue.

Home isn't home without the family, its just a house in which you stay for shelter. Make it a home with a nice bright cosy rug by the fire side.

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