I Met a Girl in Newfoundland - poem

 

Lawrence Hall

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I Met a Girl in Newfoundland

 

‘Twas in St. John’s on a cold and rainy day

Because most days in St. John’s are rainy and cold

Even in July, when I met a girl clerking in a store

Shivering in a parka as she rang up my purchases

 

“Oh, it’s not all that cold…” I began to jest

When I saw that she was almost in tears

 

“I’ve never been warm in my life,” she sighed

“I’ve never been off this island

And I’ve never been warm”

Landing at Port aux Basques - poem

  

Lawrence Hall

Mhall46184@aol.com

Dispatches for the Colonial Office

LogoSophia Magazine – A Pilgrim's Journal of Life, Literature and Love

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Landing at Port aux Basques

 

 

“He was faithful and daft to me”

 

-as Marc Antony did not say

 

 

We were approaching Newfoundland aboard the old Caribou

I climbed up on deck in the icy, clear dawn

A mysterious woman in a Burberry coat

Smoked cigarettes in the lee of a ventilator

 (and ignored me)

 

In the cold I surveyed the brown and white coast

And reported back to Dan that there was snow ashore

“You’re daft,” he replied, “those are just little houses.”

But there was snow indeed on Port aux Basques

 

We rattled Dan’s CRV up Highway 1

          (driving around a dead moose in the road)

On daft adventures all the way to Saint John’s

 

Dan is the only one who has ever called me daft; indeed, except in the movies I have never heard anyone else use the term.