Crawfordville in Taliaferro County, Georgia — The American South (South Atlantic)
Roselle Mercier Montgomery
Erected 1956 by Georgia Historical Commission. (Marker Number 131-17.)
Topics and series. This historical marker is listed in these topic lists: Arts, Letters, Music • Women. In addition, it is included in the Georgia Historical Society series list.
Location. 33° 33.294′ N, 82° 53.838′ W. Marker is in Crawfordville, Georgia, in Taliaferro County. Marker is at the intersection of Alexander Street and Commerce Touch for map. Marker is in this post office area: Crawfordville GA 30631, United States of America. Touch for directions.
Other nearby markers. At least 8 other markers are within walking distance of this marker. Taliaferro County World War I Memorial (within shouting distance of this marker); Crawfordville Confederate Memorial (within shouting distance of this marker); Taliaferro County World Wars Memorial (about 300 feet away, measured in a direct line); Taliaferro County (about 300 feet away); The Common Road of the English Following Old Indian Trail (about 300 feet away); Crawfordville Methodist Church (about 500 feet away); Old Tavern Site (about 600 feet away); Site of Childhood Home of Richard Malcolm Johnston (approx. 0.2 miles away). Touch for a list and map of all markers in Crawfordville.
1. Evening on A Village Street
by Roselle Mercier Montgomery.
The sun flings lengthening shadows through the trees
That green the village street. They come to life,
The houses that have seemed to sleep all day.
The evening meal is over, dishes done,
And prim, trim women sit and rock and knit
Upon the porches, read the village news
Recorded in the paper, out today,
Or move about the yards to give their plants
Their evening watering, or chat across the hedge
Or swap rose-cuttings and geranium slips.
The men, shirt-sleeved, walk leisurely behind
Their lawn-mowers, or rake and sweep their paths,
Or tie their vines up to their trellises--
Small, pleasant tasks, with which they rest themselves
At evening, when their day of work is done.
The children call and shout there in the street,
Or play hide-and-seed from yard to yard.
And arm in arm young lovers stroll in pairs,
Bound for the moving-pictures in the square.
The sun has dropped, now, low, behind the hill--
The high, blue hill that rises to the west.
The dark leaps on; high up, a sudden star
Blooms out like some pale flower; a thin, young moon
Hangs like a silver string caught in the trees,
And in the houses lights begin to glow.
Here on the street another day is done--
So like the last day and the coming one--
So like this street to other village streets!
And yet the total of such days is -- Life,
The sum of streets like this -- America!
— Submitted January 14, 2009.
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