Town Hill – Norfolk
Little town growing
But retaining still, so much natural beauty
Of the past
And now progressing steadily
At long last
Yet shaded by old friendly trees
That bring a sense of peace, when passing through
A perfect blending of the old and new
The Old Town Hill
Is nestled where the crossroads meet
A peaceful setting for the eye to view
Its waist is girdled by a wall of stone
And wither residents of this small town shall roam
Be it ever so
They see the Hill, and know that they are home.
And years to come
While with the future progress of our town
Be we employed
Let not our progress cause the natural beauty of our
Town to be destroyed....
Grace L. Bourque*
*from Poetry with a Purpose , © 1976 – Reprinted with permission of Marilyn Bourque.