POEMS FROM THE PAST

1963 Poem written in ‘new building’ (Dalton Hall)

by Susan Ellis, after a memorable dust storm

There’s a place that can’t be beat,

And there the people are awfully sweet.

This place you know is Harmony Hill,

And there with singing we get our fill.

But there is one thing that you must know:

Sometimes the wind decides to blow.

It blows up dust all over the place, and with our cots we must race

Into the building new and white where we will sleep thru’ the night.

Harmony Hill would not be the same

If the wind did not blow

And the rain did not rain.

A’fund-raiser poem’offered by Ima Cook, Susie Denman’s sister:

Small cloth aprons, mostly pocket, were cut out with pinking shears and mailed

with this little poem tucked inside.  A fairly significant sum of money was received

for Harmony Hill.

This little apron I send to U, and this is what I want U to do;

This little pocket U plainly see for a purpose is meant to be.

U measure your waistline every inch,

U see the measure does not pinch.

For every small inch U measure around

Put in the pocket a penny sound.

If your measure U do not wish to tell,

A dollar or more will do as well.

The game is fair U will admit, U ‘waist’ the money, we pocket it.

The money to our pockets pay,

We promise to use it in the wisest way.

For the Singing School on Harmony Hill,

So please just send us what you will.