IT TAKES A VILLAGE
It takes a Village to make a Village, we hear --
so give our own community a cheer!
Those who sweat in cubicles, the city
grid of traffic -- they evoke our pity.
Around us fields of corn stalks rise and grow,
with soy and squash from seeds our farmers sow.
Music swells within the Quarry Chapel
and echoes to that Valley we call "Apple",
while Amish quilt and drive their crafted carriages,
the College chapel spills out summer marriages.
Youngsters whom we know and get to know
come here to swim and play and learn and grow.
The newbies join with published Kenyon writers --
John Green fans, the awesome bold Nerd Fighters.
A host of pedal-spinning bicycles
avoid a flying wedge of tricycles.
From trucks and fire engines candy
fills the air -- a sight that's simply dandy.
Adults fulfill a lasting childhood dream:
the Bookstore serves them Velvety ice-cream.
Beneath this sun and summer's looming moon,
we dance and sing in our own Brigadoon.
No lions, tigers, bears, or tall giraffe,
but creatures, great and small, will make us laugh.
The dogs have trained their humans how to heel,
and cats bring gourmet tastes to every meal.
The Mayor here, like Star Trek's Captain Kirk,
keeps looking for a Spock to share his work.
We plant and prune and decorate the trees,
and hear them speak to us in every breeze.
Our fireworks are fireflies; and owls
and herons join with mammals, fish, and fowls.
The cows and lambs we eat are known by name,
and sometimes menus serve us wilder game.
And here are folks who found and built this place,
whose prints on Middle Path we now retrace.
Like creation, beauteous, diverse,
our Village life reflects the Universe.
We hold these truths defining Liberty:
No one is free until we all are free.
In us the moral universe can move.
The other name for Justice must be Love.
Hope in one another teaches how
it takes a Village to make a Village now.