By

James Bredin

Maria McIntosh was a Micmac with a gorgeous face,

Somewhere in Nova Scotia near the Cornwallis base,

But she preferred that handsome Jack from Montreal,

A bad speaking Frenchman who knew nothing at all.

Rejection is extreme when you’re only seventeen,

Though I loved her from a distance, that Indian beauty queen,

Nowadays, I sometimes wonder whatever happened to them,

Though at the time I envied them both and could condemn.

But that was more than fifty years ago; how time flies,

No one knows or heard of them and its no surprise,

The guys that I sailed with then seem to have also disappeared,

They wouldn’t know me either with this old man’s beard.

Sunday, April 24, 2005