Ode

We found a homestead

In wool hats and formed

A hearth despite warning  

Made half a heart despite

Warming, well we're hearty   

And we were chiseled out of 

The rock at birth, the heavy 

Acceptance of bad weather 

Always and clouds so tight

With grey that everything 

Appears a tenth of  

a second delayed 

Oh Newfoundland,

And to love here is to love in

Isolation, where everyone knows

Everyone and the Narrows live

Up to their name, that rustic

Echo chamber, you can't turn 

yer ear away 

I heard she's doing well

Better in fact  

Reviews

[Jonathan W]

you hardly needed to add the word "Newfoundland" for me to guess. i hope she is doing well, i miss her.