Flowery Branch

TheIndians named you Flowery Branch, most appropriately.

Nestledon a hillside sitting high above the brook.

Sleepylittle village where the

Train-tracksused to stop for just a moment,

Hardlylong enough to look.

Almostmissed when driving by

Ifsunlight makes one blink an eye.

Causingyou to miss the charm

Whichthere within her borders lie.

Thestyle of Simpson's grocery

Or Carlisle's barber shop

WhereSaturdays were made for swapping tales

Anddrinking soda pop.

Thesmall town manufacturing...

Thebait and tackle store...

Woodframed homes so old

Nobodylives there anymore.

Alittle slice out of the past,

Thissmall town by the creek.

Treasuredgemstone from our youth...

AnAmerican antique.