A special poem has been written about the Town of Trenton by
Mary B. Hoadley from Raleigh and appeared in the
NEWS & OBSERVER under “Today’s N. C. Poem” 9-19-1964.
Want to see a little old town
With the cloth of the old South on it
I go through it every week or so
Trenton on the Trent they call it.
The two main streets are lined with live oaks
Forming a lovely leafy arch
The pond which skirts around the houses
Is full of cypress and hanging Spanish moss.
The people who live here, I don’t know them
They may be biased, prejudiced folks
But I think they’re good old country people
Come to live where someone’s close.
I’d like to get to know them really
They have such neat and charming homes
White with tall and stately pillars
But doorbells ring in beckoning tones.
The stores don’t look too extra thriving
Though they serve the people well
Gracious overhangs are provided
For you to stroll, or look, even sit to sell.
Trenton on the Trent they call it
Not very large by any means
Just a little town—stopped growing
Still the cloth of the old South’s on it.