THE MAINE WORKS

With the changing of the village
There has vanished from the scene
The Maine Works known to many
Where a factory once had been
A landmark of our native land
Was once a thriving trade
Where many a man and woman
An honest living made
It only seems like yesterday
We viewed the chimneys tall
When the excavators were called in
Alas they had to fall
Twas on a bright September night
In nineteen-ninety-four
The last of three great chimneys
Came down with a mighty roar
A crowd had gathered round to watch
In awe they all stood still
As they watched the last few puffs of smoke
Their hearts with sorrow filled
It has made new way for progress
There’s a cattle mart each week
The farmers come from near and far
To sell their cattle and sheep
They kept part of Maine Works standing
Preservation I would say
It’s a constant reminder
Of happy bye gone days
The Maine Works now is past and gone
We’ve got to look ahead
I hope the people don’t forget
Where they earned their daily bread.

Nan Anderson, August 1995