Hempstead Poem


Quiet little town
With roots so deeply grown,
Lavish with prosperity,
Then stripped to be reborn;
How does one fashion a tale to be told
Of your birth, or your aging,
Of your valor, your triumphs
And ventures engaging?

Surely the wind in the trees,
The good Earth,
The wild creatures that roam,
The souls of the brave
Who paved the way for our homes,
Must be smiling as I write
Of days long ago;
And are saying as my pen is poised to begin:
“Try, human, try, but only we know,
We know, we know!”

Barbara Uzzell - 1972

Taken from the book “A History of Waller County, Texas”
Published by The Waller County Historical Survey Committee 1973