Here is just a poem that I wrote about an old Newfoundlander, who as a young boy use to go up-top the highest cliffs to stare out into the vast beauty that is Newfoundland. In this poem he first starts out as a young boy remembering the descriptive scenery of his great land and of his one dream, to fly high with the surrounding sea gulls. Though near the end we see him as an old man who remembering this, his fondest memory before he passes on to new life.
...Coast of Newfoundland...
Standing along the coast,
a gentle breeze gusts along the shore
to the westward side, facing the horizon.
I savor the salty taste of the air as I take in my immediate surroundings.
Sea gulls overhead span the airwaves, calling to the almighty sea,
As I, standing lone, upon the highest cliff
Looked beyond the world for one gleaming moment,
Staring overhead of simple mainlanders view.
I was invisible to them.
I was above and beyond it all,
Flying high with the sea gulls that surrounded me
In the blue mist of the crisp evening sky.
Such memories, so distant.
I was just a child then.
No more than ten years or so ago I was,
Perched upon that rock so mighty,
Reaching into the Heavens hidden deep within the sky.
Almost beyond even my reach.
But alas the Gates of Heaven grow near,
As fond memories of that wonderful day so long ago
Creep back into mine;s eye.
The echoing winds of that distant shore lapse from time to time,
As my last thoughts of that serene peacefulness seem to drift away...
