Thank You, Lord, for the memories of my many years in Somerset and its "Village." A great little town, established in the mid 1700s, sits on the Mount Hope Bay in southeastern Massachusetts.
"THE VILLAGE," as it was known, is the oldest section of town, located on the northern end of the Taunton River. The home, "Our old home," described in my poem still exist today and is now well over 200 years old. "The Poplars" is an old Captain's Mansion which sat next door to us and is said to have played an important part in "The Underground Railroad." The Underground Railroad, was a vast network of people who helped fugitive slaves escape the South by fleeing to the North and to Canada. It was not run by any single organization or person; rather, it consisted of many individuals, whites and freed blacks, who knew only of the local efforts to aid fugitives and not of the overall operation. Still, it effectively moved hundreds of slaves northward each year. According to one estimate, the South lost 100,000 slaves between 1810 and 1850. THE VILLAGE allegedly was a great asset to that cause.
My thoughts of Somerset Village,
Our old home on the river's bank;
Sweet memories of long ago,
Remind me to give our Lord thanks.
In that house two lives we conceived,
They added greatly to our love;
But we didn't thank God enough,
For His blessings sent from above. The Marsh where we used to ice skate,
The little town beach; its huge dune;
The places where we used to park,
Sharing God's love under the moon.
Poplar Road was just a cow path,
Yet, to us it was "lover's lane;"
"The Poplars" facing the river,
Mr. Pacheco was a pain.
The Village school with its playground,
We'd bring the kids, have a great time;
Life was very simple back then,
We had it all, back in our prime.
Forever wasn't meant to be,
We should have known that long before;
Nearly ruined two innocent lives,
All for the greed of wanting more.
So, we went our separate ways,
Thank God my memories live on;
Seventeen years of happiness,
Two fools who thought that love was gone.
Thank God, He doesn't sleep at night,
My Lord picked me up from the ruin;
And offered me a brand new life,
To live under His same sweet moon.
In The Village I'll ever be,
Within memories in my mind;
Friends and family on High Street,
It wasn't all bad, life was fine.
I really enjoyed the good information and trip down memory lane Paul. You took us back to those wonderful days of your childhood.. Thanks for sharing....M
PLEASANT AND GOOD THOUGHTS...ABOUT A PERIOD OF TIME AND A PLACE THAT WAS 'FINE' FOR YOU...AND FOR MANY OTHERS THAT WERE 'JUST PASSING THROUGH'. EXCELLENT WORK...A BIT OF HISTORY, MADE THE 'NOSTALGIC' ATMOSPHERE OF THIS WORK JUST BEAUTIFUL. THANKS FOR SHARING AND GOD BLESS YOU. LOVE, JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIIONS
I have written a chapter called I Am That, I Am in this inspirational compilation book by best-selling authors and wonderful people from all walks of life xox :-D (Its sister book is called Adventures In Manifesting - Success and Spirituality)
From the Caribbean Sea to Machu Picchu in Peru, and from birds to flowers and butterflies, Reflections and Treasured Wonders offers a collection of images gathered from around the world.
Share
Print
Save
Follow
GOD BLESS YOU
Tony
George