In verdant hills where the Greenbrier swoops down and sings,
Marlinton slumbers, cradled close by wings
Of mountains grand, that pierce the azure sky,
A tapestry of green where seasons lie.
Once stomping ground of Shawnee brave and bold,
Now whispers echo of their stories told,
In arrowheads that glint on sun-kissed soil,
And whispers carried on the wind's soft coil.
The courthouse square, a stage for life's display,
Where laughter mingles with the work of day,
From farmer's market's bounty, fresh and bright,
To courthouse steps where justice sheds its light.
Come autumn's brush, a fiery scene unfolds,
With maples burning red and stories told
In leaves that dance on crisp and swirling breeze,
A symphony of hues that gently appease.
And winter's touch, a blanket soft and white,
Transforms the land to dreams of starry night,
Where snowflakes whisper secrets to the pines,
And frosted beauty in the moonlight shines.
But Marlinton's heart, it beats beyond the sight,
In souls that gather 'neath the firelight,
In voices raised in songs of ages past,
A legacy that forevermore shall last.
So raise a glass, to mountains, river's flow,
To Marlinton, where history's whispers grow,
A timeless haven, nestled in the green,
Where simple joys and beauty can be seen.
Ima Hemoroid
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