Remembering…Hampton

Oh, take me back to Hampton now that spring is here.
Oh to walk along the village streets and see what I hold dear.
To see again the churches, the library and schools.
Old places that are cherished homes built strong with pioneer tools.
The village store where I once went to purchase this and that,
And a central spot where people come to buy, visit and chat.
I miss the dear old house we had built in seventeen twenty three.
It was a home so cherished by my husband, children and me.
Oh what a busy, cheerful, joyful place on old North Bigelow Road
And what a sad day came for us when the dear place was sold.
Oh take me back to Hampton, — let me be there in the spring.
I will sit in the old orchard where the spring birds came to sing.
And I’ll walk by Little River where the grass would grow so high.
I’ll visit the old cemeteries, read the names and maybe cry.
Oh take me back to Hampton, the village I hold dear.
I think about it almost every day and wipe away a tear.

Elizabeth Hearn Milner