by Garth Paul Ukrainetz
In Newfoundland we took a walk
Among the streets of Port Aux Basques
We started at the boating dock
To reach the lighthouse was our task
A sunken graveyard on the way
A whitewashed church upon a hill
A warm and sunny August day
With precious little time to kill
On Island top beside the sea
A lighthouse standing tall to greet
We climbed the rocks just you and me
While waves were crashing at our feet
But time was short, we could not stay
So back to ferry we did run
We’ll come explore another day
O Newfoundland, we’re far from done
