My newfoundland

As i look out on the sea,
Lulibies whispering the breaze.
Goast like boats
tide up to posts

Still get out once a week
twice a season.

Once they would hall up
fish in buckets.

Now there only
trout and sculpin.
For once the fish were
many and free.   
Now there few and  
far between.

I live down  by the ocean
I crave for the flow and motion.

We’re the cod go i couldent say 
But maby for oil..
and forgin trade.

Waves washed away all the
days of olden.
The oldtimers no more
words to be spoken.

I still smell the salt fish
Drying out on the pitch.

No longer do we spend
Our money.
on Jin and rummy.

Sometime I wonder
if we’re better of 
Not joining
canada at all.

We had all the oil
,fish And Orr 
It’s now its scatterd
a round the world.

Just like my poem I send to ye 
From Newfoundland and Labrador is just a memory.