on the Miramichi
It’s fright has been past down
through out all history
There was once a murder
A mad man killed a French nun
some men found her body
But forever her head was gone
They searched for her head
They searched high and low
But they never found it
so back to France her body did go
Now, More then a hundred years later
she offers money to those she meets
But the money she offers if from England
though she’s from the France streets
There must be a treasure hidden
But where I do not know
And the only one who does
her face she can not show
She haunts the bridge at night
looking for her head
but she still hasn’t found it
or so it is said
and at night when you walk the cove
that nun you may see
however she has no head
and is searching the Miramichi
— Jessica Lawson, age 13
Jessica writes poetry and fiction. She is a member of the Miramichi Writers’ Group. On April 16th, she gave a public reading of this poem during a poetry reading and hiking event at French Fort Cove as part of the Writers’ Federation of New Brunswick Annual General Meeting.
