William Notman’s Ghosts – Memories Through the Eyes of my City

In the halls of McCord Museum, the ghosts doth roam

In the William Notman photos, they’ve found their home

They haunt the frames with a spectral grace

Whispering tales of another time and place

Here, a group of ladies, in gowns and lace

Giggling and gossiping with angelic grace

And there, a soldier, stern and brave

A portrait of a life he gave

The ghosts, they float through the rooms

A reminder of life’s fleeting blooms

Of joy and love, of loss and pain

Of memories that forever remain

Dear old Notman, your lens doth capture

The ghosts of our past, a timeless rapture

We thank you for this gift you’ve left

A world of ghosts, so deftly cleft

So let us wander, with open heart

Through the halls of McCord, where the ghosts impart

Their wisdom and their stories old

A treasure trove, forever told.