Chartiers Valley

(A Motor Spin in Spring)

L ET'S take a spin and loop the loop;
 O what a day to hike!
We'll start from Ingram's bonny heights
 For Thornburg and the Pike.

The new-born leaves are peeping out,
 For spring is in the air;
Its freshness permeates the day,
 The birds chirp everywhere.

We'll round Bell's corners—down the slope,
 And skirt the pebbly Run,
And climb along Snake-Hill to view
 Its canyons but begun.

With leafy greens and yellow sprouts
 All sparkling in the sun—
(They make us feel like laughing, too,
 This looping is such fun.)

To Coraopolis, with stops
 At farms along the way,
For purchases of fresh-laid eggs
 Or broilers for next day.

We reach our broad Ohio, now,
 And cross the bridge, to see
Sewickly's mansions top the Heights
 They grace so gorgeously.

Once more through wood and vale we run,
 On, on, through Perrysville—
Loop back to Beaver Road again,
 And down the rolling hill.

Beyond the bridge, we come abreast
 A country sweet with spring,
A level stretch is now in view,
 We take it on the wing—

Bell's Pastures—famed for blooded stock,
 On Cliff-Mine Road—we pass
The lowing cows and bleating lambs
 A-nibbling new-grown grass.

On Steuben's Pike and Campbell's Run
 The blossoms are in bloom—
They scent the way Carnegie-ward,
 And violets bank the flume.

From Creighton Road to Crafton, with
 The breath of new-turned loam,
We take the Ridge and Wind-Gap Road
 And loop the loop back home.
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