CAN: CP | Read This and Don’t Forget It

Remember the yards — great adventures back in the thirties.

Piles of stone everywhere. Robins and group sparrows built

nests there. We watched the eggs hatch out. And that horse —

the one who never had a driver — just knew slow down, stop,

and start again. Biggest joy — jumping on the backs of sleighs

filled with limestone  — riding upstreet at Christmas. No child

was allowed back behind where lime was drawn off — where

piles of hot ashes came right out of the kiln. One day on a dare

a lad jumped in one of those piles — spent months in hospital.

The only well those years was at the kiln. We used pails to haul

the water home for Queenie and Napoleon. Remember that.

. . . . .

Poet: Susan Powers Bourne

Sources: The Pickle Dish

Heritage Carleton Place

Carleton Place Local History

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