Salt Creek Cemetery Poem by John A. Hancock

Aside the road long forgotten
Weather worn o'er time
The graves of early settles lie
Their names etched in stones in lime
Sacred is their place of rest
Blanket'd by drifts of blowing snow
Swirling thru a rickety fence
Crowning monuments placed a century or two ago
And when spring and summmer come in all their glory
Vibrant colors will o'er flourish the hallow'd ground
Ere autumn leaves of red and gold
Rustic stones white surround
How dull a scene gray December frames
Till the reigning season abundent colours show
To praise the dead with hymns of beauty
Nature kindly doth bestow