MISSING FLIN FLON
There is a special place where kind people dwell,
Where we left part of our heart, as we can tell,
When we think of Flin Flon joy does within us live,
We remember faces and the happiness they did give.
One day we may return to join the happy throng,
Feel of the binding love as we join in many a song,
Help with old folks, return to archives and write prose,
I just wish I could breath when the sulpha fume flows.
There will always be part of us in Flin Flon in the north,
Where the people seem to us of noble and great worth,
As we dwell in the south different beauty is found there,
With Lake Ontario a stones throw away so big and fair.
But looking at places that surround Flin Flon’s small city,
With it’s forests, small lakes and wild life it seems a pity
That we cannot return to call the north our home again,
But the love will never lessen, our appreciation ever gain.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 5 April 2005