The Lady of Belle Ewart
Each day you'd see her with her walking cane on Ewart Street
And those she met along the way she'd always stop to greet
In Lefroy she'd collect her mail and chat with Martin and Pat
And some days the weather would catch her off guard but she never cared much for a hat
Her daily walk would often yield some pennies alone the way
Then later she'd share with family and friends the news of her luck that day
She often joked with the Wonder bread man who parked at the post in Lefroy
And it may not seem much but her walk to the post always brought her a smile and some joy
The neighborhood folks all knew her by sight and many new friends she had found
And though she was stopped and offered car rides her feet preferred walking Gods ground
Dear Maggie has left us but only from Earth as her spirit has now traveled on
And although we will miss her our faith keeps us strong for we know that she's really not gone
Our Love travels with you Margaret
In memory of my dear friend Margaret
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Ae S-K | Year Posted 2013
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