Fiddler's Green Poem by James L. Jacobs

Ras Anderson's Pond 

 In our youth, we rowed boats' 

on Ras Anderson's pond, 

And the swimming there was supreme, 

But the thing we enjoyed more than anything else 

Was dancing at Fiddlers' Green. 

We braided the maypole and played fox and geese,

 Caught trout in the clear mountain streams,

 But nothing we did was half as much fun

 As dancing at Fiddlers' Green. 

In the hills, we picked pine nuts and chokecherries, too,

 In rodeos, rode bulls that were mean, 

But no other sport raised our spirits as high

 As dancing at Fiddlers' Green. 

We danced at the "gym" and the old Armory Hall, 

At Moon Winks the dancing was keen, 

But nowhere else did we get the same thrill

 As dancing at Fiddlers' Green. 

We two-stepped and one-stepped, 

did fox trot and waltz, 

And the shimmy we shook in between, 

Did the Charleston and mixers with grand right and left, 

When dancing at Fiddlers' Green.

 But the old days are gone, now we rock in our chairs

 And remember the times in our dreams, 

When we whirled and high-stepped 

with such beautiful girls, 

While dancing at Fiddlers' Green.