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I live in a land where the small boats sail Far out in the ocean with ease. I live in a land where the wind and the gale Has buried large ships in the sea. I live in a land where the sun shines so warm And the sky is so very blue. I live in a land where the ice and snow storms Keep us buried the whole winter through. I live in a land where the forest has trees Whose leaves turn to gold in the fall. I live in a land where the large barren rocks Offer no sign of life at all. I live in a land where the fresh clean air Has kept us both healthy and wise. I live in a land where the fog horns we hear When the mist has rolled down from the skies I live in a land of so many extremes That sometimes I ask myself this, I wonder, if God, through creating his dream, Just gave Newfoundland all the rest!! C.C.Tibbo |