The Flower

One hundred years has passed this year,
Since John said, "I must go from here
To Canada and start again,
This man gains naught to here remain".

His wife-to-be felt that way too;
Said as Titanic with its crew
Set sail, then sank beneath the sea,
"Perhaps they'll now more careful be."

When they arrived just after snow,
To Winnipeg they chose to go;
They made a life with friends and kin,
Then family life chose to begin.

It takes a while when transplants shift
To frozen ground from Scottish mist,
To settle in, take root, and flower –
To draw from earth sustaining power.

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