A poem by Sister Jean Moylan
Reverently I sit within the darkened pew
That has held securely our generations five,
Homesteaders come afar from Ireland,
Ahead of war and deadly famine wrath.
Into this quiet land we came,
hope-filled, faith-filled, joy-filled,
To clear the land and till the clay loam soil,
Strong and steady against the march of time.
Patrick, Thomas, John and Don,
Son to son; heir to heir,
Strong in Huron County faith and love,
Nurtured among tall trees and golden wheat.
Church bells call out Angelus
Age on age we pause and bow our heads,
God and church the foothold of our lives;
Onward, steady, amid the winds of change.
