WELCOME TO ROBBINSDALE
By DeWitt EImo
Come, ye jaded urban mortals,
Out along the thoroughfare,
To the country’s open portals,
Where there’s sunshine and fresh air.
For that is the tonic legal,
And of favored, wide renown
And the moonlight is right regal
In this grand suburban town.
Here, outside the sordid city,
Just beyond its dirt and din,
Lies our village, quiet, pretty,
Welcoming the wearied in.
Here no crowded streets and alleys,
And no smoky pall overhead;
Here are nature’s hills and valleys,
Clear blue skies, and stars instead.
Come, ye city cynics, all—
Trek out o’er the winding trail;
Nature’s voices join the call
Welcome to our Robbinsdale.
This little piece of verse graced the front page of the Northern Headlight Newspaper on September 17th, 1924. The image of the top of the post is a view of Crystal Lake in 1916.
