Wanut, a Poem by Rev. E.F. James, 1906


Mounted upon a beautiful slope,

Serene, to the eyes soft scope,

Studded with mansions, without a hut

Is the quiet hamlet of Walnut.

The houses are frame, the stores are


The people who live there have not a

mean trick.

The lawns are beautiful, the sidewalks


To live in Walnut is quite a treat.

The town is growing so very fast,

The houses are filled to the very last,

And as I take the bird’s eye view,

I see many houses that are nearly new.

As the spring begins to fade,

And the summer throws its shade,

The cattle in the fields appear,

And for the frosts we have no fear.

The blossoms on the trees in profusion

Are ready for the busy bees intrusion,

Some belong to the cherry, some to

the peach.

We hope to see the fruit within our


Prosperous is the outlook for the year.

It is only the cyclones that we fear.

Sometimes they come in silence with


And sometimes with the alacrity of

an express train.

As the seasons come and seasons go,

Some with sunshine, some with snow,

Many hearts are heavy, many are


Yet we think Walnut to be just about


It is now the month of May,

And I am going far away,

But I will remember Walnut town

As a place of much renown.

                        — REV. E. F. JAMES

(The Walnut Bureau, May 25, 1906, p. 4)