Daddy, won’t you take me back to Polk City?

Back to the places where we used to play.

Sorry, my son, but you were too late in asking, the newcomers have carried them away.

They have torched the timber; ripped off the land, and done a lot of things I don’t understand.

Newcomers are in control; we do what they say. Soon, a commute to Tryon could take all day on a scenic highway.

Joe Hill,

Columbus