Williamston Poem by Rhonda Baker

Along the Red Cedar there grew a town
Where antiques, art, crops and horses abound
Where you can hear music played in the park
How it slows down and gets quiet just before dark
Where you can ride your bike, or go for a walk
Watch your kids play and hear your friends talk
Where gardens grow lush, vibrant and full
Where actors bring to life a dramatic role
Where glassblowers breathe life into a piece
Where it's forever contained and never released
There's home cooking there, like Mom use to make
Where life is simple and never fake

6/27/10