Corydon Poem by Nona Vaught

'The governor's mansion, yes, yes.'
The tourist in me asked,
The informant at the booth
Declared, 'There is no such thing.'
'But, the columns, the stately arch,
The beveled lead-cut glass,
The doors, the windows, the balcony'
I was sure spoke of a governor's
Stately dwelling, without a doubt.
'Not so. Privately owned, ' she said.
Camera in hand, I stood in awe
At the giant columns with arch between
Balcony snuggled within the arch
I stood amazed at such grandeur.
An artist brush will surely lend
To canvas the sight I behold,
Then others, too, can see what I
Find most pleasing to behold.