The covered bridge of solid beam
Above the slow, meandering stream –
The misty lake below the hill,
The mountain forest, cool and still,
Where birch and oak with spruce and pine
In cheerful harmony combine –
The countryside, so good to see,
And, most of all, so good to be –
All this, though elements may rage,
Stays part of all our heritage.
In healing sun and windy rain,
The touch of earth brings strength again:
And if a while it lies behind,
It still supports our strength of mind.
Catharine Jackson Alger
Note from Barn Hunter Charlotte:
This poem was written by my grandmother in the days after the Pearl Harbor attack.