Let her wander, fearless, beneath Newfoundland's vast sky,
In her red toque and yellow slicker, love's quest does not belie.
For amidst Trinity's hues, where tales of old abide,
Her love may yet be waiting, in the ebb and flow of tides.

There is a Trinity on the horizon and they are painted in colourful hues. This town is old and idyllic and a pristine example of old Newfoundland. Where fisherman landed in the 16th century, and I found myself in 2023.