Written by Glenn Royce Marney

to be 85 February 18th, 2007

I was born in a place called Otis, just atop the old bridge hill.

But I was conceived in a place called Pinder, 1/4 mile from the Old Pinder Mill.

Many times I go back there and gaze up the Old Mill Pond. See the Nackawic come flowing in there, and pretend that I am home.

Many Years I have wondered, because I love to roam; but I never forget the place called Pinder, because Old Pinder is my home.

I went to England in the twenties came back in 31 and the first place I went to was Old Pinder and gazed upon the Old Mill pond.

I saw the Nackawic come flowing in there, then I knew I was home.

Glenn Marney