The Gateway, by John Freudeman

In Simcoe-West where Grey does meet, in town of Collingwood so neat

There stands a famous watering hole, the Original Gateway I am told

Where at the end of hectic week, the locals gather just to meet

And pour back one or two libations and smile and laugh in celebration

Light he was and like a feather, and who is he? Wayman Fairweather

Transplant from the East so fair, with a cavaliering air

And at the bar with pretty smile, an Aussie pours more all the while

To rush to keep up with the race, continues at a hectic pace

Our Glenda with the laugh so hearty, always busy sometimes flirty

Makes the bar just come alive, preferably just after five.

We know that yes tomorrow comes, our head will ache our ears will hum

But that is little price to pay for comradeship that reigns today

The friendship that we bond tonight will carry on because it’s right

For each of us to do our thing regardless what the future brings.

The Gateway, by John Freudeman