HERB TOWN GHOSTS?
(Herb town is in Northen Manitoba)
Gone are the voices of men that worked at the mine,
Gone are the chattering friends that used to meet,
Gone are the childrens voices that played in the lanes,
Gone are the sounds of foot falls walking in the street.

Gone are the homes, save for long forgotten walls,
Gone is the store that was busy and so full of life,
Gone is the school, no sounds of laughter in the halls,
Gone are the many boats, yet the desolate dock remains.

Yet as you wander, do you hear a voice calling someone home?
Could you hear the children play in the overgrown school yard?
Was that music you heard where the old church used to be?
Did you hear the mine whistle blow saying another day is done?

Or was it just the wind that was blowing in the tall green trees?
Or the many different birds calling, or the insects busily going by?
Was it the rustle of the flowers that grow wild all around the school?
As you step on the forsaken dock do old friends welcome you home?

What ever is there it is hard to say, for it is a world of it’s own,
So peaceful with a special calm, even when the lake is stormy.
Somehow they all seem to live there still, something lingers on,
Even down an over grown road where for long no feet had gone.
The land wants to be lived on, wants to be tended with care,
Wants to hear the laughter of children, wants someone to be there.


M Ann Margetson

July 11 1997.
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