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by Rev. Dale Petley
There’s a river whose waters are known everywhere, Men sing of her salmon and beauty so fair. She’s famous, yet hidden, a great mystery, I sing of the river called Miramichi.
I was born on her banks where I shed my first tear, In the time of Black Salmon, the Spring of the year. And I sang my first hymn on my Grandmother’s knee, Near the swift running waters of the Miramichi.
ChorusLet us sing of a river so wild and so free. She’s timeless, yet changing, She flows to the sea. No place short of Heaven, where I’d rather be. Than the banks of the river called Miramichi.
My father drove logs on the river with skill, As young as I was I remember it still. He went to the war so we’d always be free, He fought for his family and the Miramichi.
As a boy I would swim in her waters so cool, When older, I guided the sports through the pools. And often the guides were just young lads like me, Revealing the secrets of the Miramichi.
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Like many before me I moved far away, In search of adventure, employment and pay. But this place where I’m living is not home to me, I long for the banks of the Miramichi.
Some struggle for power and silver and gold, Some think life can be bought and happiness sold. But anyone’s poor who’s unable to see, The beauty and splendors of the Miramichi.
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“Where The Rivers Meet” The Fly Tyers of New Brunswick the 2nd Time Around By Dewey H. Gillespie
“Where The Rivers Meet” The Fly Tyers of New Brunswick is the creation of Miramichi natives Dewey H. Gillespie and Walter Francis “Budd” Kitchen. Since the early 1990’s they have collected and promoted information on New Brunswick Fly Tyers and now they wish to share this information with you. The Fly Tyers represented in this collection were selected to acknowledge the contribution they made to the art of fly tying in the Province of New Brunswick. Dewey and “Budd” graciously contribute this article to be published for your reading enjoyment. Copyright © 2007
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