A Little
Town in the Majestic Hills of West Virginia
Where Time
and Space Have Been Ignored.
Where Life
is Simple and People are Gentle.
Where the
Mountaineer Spirit Lives Free in the Hearts of These Rugged Folk.
Church bells
Ring out with Familiar Hymns Calling the People
for Lunch
and Again for Suppertime.
Early Morning
Fog Hangs on the Hillsides, Obscuring their Summits Until the
Sun BreaksThrough toReveal
the Glory of God's Creation.
The Occasional
Train Rumbles Through Town and Fills the Valley with
Echoes from
the Hills,Signaling
that "All is Well".
Echoes that
are Reminiscent of Times Gone by.
In Other Days, Locomotives with Coal Laden Cars Passed by, Blowing
Coal Dust into
Every Nook and Cranny of Town, but that was All right Because
People had Jobs and Families Prospered.
Across the
River, Men Dug Stone out of the Hillsides to Make Cement and
to Provide Food for the Family Tables. That was All right, too,
Because Families
Prospered.
The Schoolhouse was Filled with Happy Voices; Music and Laughter
Filled the Halls;
the Band
Marched in the Street; Cheers Went up from the Football Field;
and the Town
Prospered.
Coming down
Both sides of the River Road I see People Coming to Town;
Some in Autos,
some on Foot and Others on Bikes along Rails to Trails;
Coming to
Visit
Tray Run
Viaduct, Cannon Hill, Greatest Generation Museum, the B&O
Depot,
RHS Welcome
Center, and Main Street Garden.
Coming to
Kayak, Canoe, Swim, Fish, or Camp;
Some just
want to Move back home.
Rowlesburg
is once More Alive with Happy People
and the Town
Prospers.
Where the
River flows Northward to the Monongahela
on Her Perpetual
Journey to the Sea, the Air is Fresh and Clean, and
the Song
of the Hills Calls the Heart to Come Home.
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