The Legacy - A Poem
Written by: Ruby L. Robinson
June 2002 for the Rosepine Centennial Celebration
Born in the year 1902
In a forest of stately pines
An undergrowth of roses
Along a busy railroad line.
Her countenance was of beauty
Her eyes promised riches untold
Draped in lovely hunter green
Scented by petals as they unfold.
People were drawn to her loveliness
Many came from far away
Responding to her promises
They fell in love and chose to stay.
She quickly grew to maturity
The labors of love all around
Men built the homes and businesses
That kept her feet on sold ground.
Her subjects were her pride and joy.
She kept them all in line
By fulfilling hopes and promises
And plenty on which to dine.
She's lived now for a hundred years
Time has taken its toll
And economic reversals
All have played their role.
But still they call her name beautiful
Their manner towards her, sublime.
What else could you call a legacy such as this
But "Roses in the Pines" or our beautiful "Rosepine".
