Careysburg

My father’s roots, a majestic town,

Nestled amidst nature, tranquil and clear,

Careysburg, a haven of beauty,

A place of grandpa’s wealth.

With rolling hills and verdant green,

Careysburg’s landscapes, a picturesque scene,

The air is crisp, the atmosphere pure,

A sanctuary of peace, where dreams endure.

In the morning’s embrace, as the sun gently rises,

Careysburg awakens, with colors that mesmerize,

The golden rays dance upon the lush fields,

Painting a canvas, where tranquility yields.

Oh, Careysburg, a town of history and pride,

Where my father’s family traditions and culture beautifully reside,

From the settlers’ legacy, a story unfolds,

A testament to resilience, that have never been told.

Through the winding roads, lined with trees,

I find solace in you, your gentle breeze,

The whispers of nature, a soothing lullaby,

Guiding me forward, as time passes by.