by Paul Berube
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
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Have you ever been to Stoney Creek?
Some say it's haunted, so to speak.
It runs six miles through Heartley Glen
and ends its flow at Willow Bend.
Willow Bend, a lumbermill town,
exists above a burial ground.
Indian legend, so it goes,
receives its life from Stony's flow.
As I recall from years ago,
an indian maid called Painted Toe,
rejected by her tribal kin,
immersed herself to cleanse her sin.
They found the body at Willow Bend,
where Stoney Creek comes to an end.
Sadness dwells within this tale,
Her tribal rights were not for sale.
They say at night you'll hear her wail,
for her young brave called Beaver Tail.
Their destined paths may not be found,
they're lost among forbidden grounds.
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|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|Love it! Your creative side shines in this one, Paul! The part about cleansing her sin reminds me about a tradition found in Jamaica, where they offer blessings river-style. Spooky one! -Sheila|
|Reviewed by Ed Lupinacci (Reader)
I am going to read part 2 now i cant wait after reading such a delightful piece.
it was so charming.
|Reviewed by Sanil nath (Reader)
|Great thought .. Good work ..|
|Reviewed by john zimmerman
|good tale, well told -- john +|
|Reviewed by na na (Reader)
|Gosh! I think this was good! I loved the way it flowed and I loved the tale. Bill|