A big October morning,
the village church-bells,
the road along the ridge,
the chestnut burr and sumach,
the hills above the bridge
with autumn colors glow.

Now we strike a stead gait,
walking towards the future,
letting past and present wait,
we push on in the sun.

Now hark!
Something bids us pause
(down the valley, --a church,
--a funeral going on.)
(up the valley, --a road-
house, a dance going on.)

But we keep on a-walking,
'Tis yet not noonday,
the road still calls us onward,
today we do not choose
to die or to dance,
but to live and walk.

Summer 2007 - Museum open for tours! 

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