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.
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