BUILT UPON THE ROCKS
There are not any places built upon hard rock,
I think some visitors might get quite a shock,
Seeing homes precariously perched, just hanging on,
Everywhere you must climb, well that’s Flin Flon.

Twenty or more steps to access a friends front door,
So go round the back and then walk down only four,
Sometimes they are sideways on the hard rock face,
Then a door is on the low side, still need to climb a pace.

People may wonder at the wooden boxes everywhere,
You tell them proudly there are sewer pipes in there.
The hydro and telegraph poles don’t go in the ground,
But are anchored firmly, we hope, and with iron bound.

There is another place on rock that is by the ocean blue,
In England’s pretty Lake District, once I did pass through,
The roads were a little steeper, but they all sloped one way,
Not like here in Flin Flon, a roller coaster ride every day.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 10, 2002