Mervue

The earth waited

For the Corporation

To lay down the rock

On which we are built

The concrete out of which

Are hewn the homes

Where some were born

And all were reared and trained

And others died

The proud dwellings

Of the humble unpretending

Lives that are written there

Every kind of love and hate

And every kind of silence

Lived out to public hearing

Quarrels penetrating  blocks

Surviving to the death

Tenacious generations

Country people may boast

Of their origins in the land

Suspicious of the city

But we are proud

Of the form and shape

The colour and the seasons

Of Mervue

We would gladly take off

The shoes of our success

In honour of this holy ground

The reference point

Of all our lives