From B.C. to Ontario the Pastors come
To trundle rocks on Shamrock’s lanes.
Twenty-two rinks by any name,
They sweep and glide from end to end.
To only use the “besom an’ stane”.
The Annual Friars’ Briar, so named,
a-curling by the Pastors and lay;
(both men and women may play the game.)
One lay person may play the lead.
Three on a rink must be Pastors indeed.
The Friars’ Briar is meant to be fun,
With fellowship and friendship at play.
As the heavy rocks turn and slide
Whether narrow or yet wide,
Win or lose, we will enjoy the day.
On one day a Banquet is served,
A short program and prizes beside.
When the rocks are all thrown
And the winners are known,
God be praised for all friends we have met!
Poem by Herb Eriksson