Sunday, November 23, 2008
Silent except for this poem from a book called Gwynn’s Island Times.
October 5, 1950
By Mrs. Fenton Kimball
There’s no black factory smoke in Mathews, Va.
No tall building, or no great White Way.
No theater on every corner
To go to at the end of the day.
You won’t find a million people
No night clubs for you to attend;
But who wants a million people
If not one of them is your friend?
In Mathews we have sunshine,
Green grass and flowers in bloom,
A million birds to listen to,
Singing a happy tune.
We have pear and peach trees in blooming,
And air that is fragrant and sweet,
When you look at the sky—oh don’t ask me why,
But heaven and earth seem to meet.
And every place there’s a friendly face,
A hand clasp, a cheery “hello”—
Mathews, Va., is small—no denying it at all,
But it’s the most wonderful place that I know!