Cedar Sentinel 2013-2014 Issues April 2014: Volume 47 Issue 6 | Page 13

Stephanie Hodder
Home.
The beauty in the way the starfish sparkles in the ocean pools
I have taken root in so many different types of soil.
off the sunlight.
Yet none will be as sweet as Newfoundland,
How a dead uprooted tree can become a perfect sitting area.
The spacious green paradise that I call home.
The truth in beauty though came from observing the oceans.
A person can move a thousand times, yet home is where there Especially on the nights where there was a bursting sunset
heart stays.
upon the waters.
As a gentle babe, nature became my personal friend,
On the days where the sea was calm and peaceful, it was seen
the salty air filled my lungs to breathe,
as a beaut.
The rain shed tears when I shed them too,
However the days that nature decided to lash out,
and mostly, when I cried the wind would join in my screech.
none were seen to observe the same beauty,
As a gentle babe Newfoundland stole my heart.
from the very same view that they may have seen the night
before.
I grew under the safety of virtuous pine trees.
Short and proud they stood, sheltering from all the elements.
Newfoundland is tough and can be bitter,
When the world came looking, I went hiding,
Yet to the eye of the beholder there is amazing beauty,
Avoiding the constant pressure of society.
That is just waiting to be soaked up.
Wanting people to understand there is no universal understandThough the people are kind and jolly in the community, their
ing of beauty.
children were not.
As a child I was physically different from the rest.
Nature does not plan it course of actions to be beautiful, but to
And even though crows only pick at things that shine,
get the job done.
The wounds still bleed.
As a child I believed that my worth came from the outside.
Yet, realising the beauty that comes from the inside
Yet I escaped this reality of perfection with the imperfection,
was an important chapter to my life.
With the raw beauty that came from the bizarre land.
Newfoundland was my teacher,
Myself being amazed at how anything grew from the hard bitNewfoundland was my comforter,
ter soil,
Newfoundland was my friend,
Or how the rock sustain the beating from the malicious ocean’s
However, Newfoundland will always be my home.
waves.
As I escaped to my haven in nature, a new perception raised.
I noticed the true strength all the beautiful items in life.

NEWFOUNDLAND