On the East bank of the Missinihe,
You may find a place that is calm,
A “trusting river” that rushes into a vast blue lake.
Travellers from a far
Relied on a lighthouse for safe harbour.
A place to trade.
A place to settle.
A place to put down roots.
The ones caught in the cross-fire,
The souls of the land were
They embarked on long journeys.
They eventually found new roots.
The Stonehookers hauled shale and building stone,
Found at the bottom of the blue lake.
Houses were constructed.
A Port Credit community
Rooted itself in history.
Poem and Images by Ann Ivy Male.
A poem inspired by the history of Port Credit