The Web Poetry Corner - James Bredin - Maria McIntosh
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.