The Mcnulty Family Homestead Site Poem by Raymond Farrell

Generations of the McNulty family lived here
They came from Ireland in Black 47
There must have been trepidation and fear
To overcome upon arriving in this wilderness
So far from any established town
And be given such infertile ground
That seems to pitch up and down
With its thin top soil, rocky outcroppings
But if you're starving, and have no say
In what allotment you're assigned
Then you just try and make your way
Forge ahead, and do the best you can
Which is just what they did - they tried
And successive generations followed
Worked the land and died
Leaving a little more for the next generation
In time they prospered and moved on
Successive generations entered professions
Their legacy remains though they are gone
These humble log remains tell a story
Of hard work and endurance in face of adversity
We all need to heed and emulate today.