We’ve got to go back some more now….when….
Before all the logging and all of the mills
Even before Bloedows’ and Bub’s and those speak easy stills
Before the five and dimes and soda jerks
And those corner grocery stores with ma and pa clerks
When no roads or telephone poles lined the hills
Before horse drawn buggies and streetcars, yes, way before any thought of green automobiles
And long before her name became the trademark for some fiberglass canoe
Which is far from the birch wood and bark boats our ancestors knew
A little known fact that’s just as well but nevertheless fun to tell,
This place was called Montezuma once for a short spell
And before this oldest Queen of a homestead in south Minnesota
Was aptly named “first born daughter” in Dakota
Lay a natural levee, a bar of sand, created and carved out
By its mighty mother river that still pulls hard down to its mouth
Where the mid summer sun comes up down stream and does one’s compass test,
Yes it’s right here, this place is where north can seem east and south west
So what else is it about this place, this place that’s like no other?
What is it that we’ve stumbled onto here and have come to discover?
That over time seems to beckon and draw so many back?
Is it something that’s really here, or something other places lack?
Why have so many young and old called it home sweet home
And others have grown to love it so they even pen a poem?
Maybe it’s launching your own little boat from your own little dock
Or walking your four legged friend around your four sided block
Or feeding the ducks and geese while picnicking with the little ones
Enjoying barbequed hot dogs, juicy watermelon and dripping ice cream cones
Or remembering when they first swam without any fear
Or when they learned to fish off of the Huff Street pier
Perhaps it was seeing your daughter as she giggled
Watching Mom bait the hook with that worm that wiggled
Wiggled and dangled from that same bamboo cane pole her Dad made
And showed her how to catch sunnies with back when she was in the same grade
And of course, there’s always that joyous widening of the eyes
When that red and white bobber performs as advertised
And disappears down, then pops back up, repeatedly, then starts to run!
Now that’s a classic experience and one that’s definitely FUN!
Theodore L. Schoewe