Quincy – Reader shares her thoughts on the town in verse
I’ve lived most of my life in Los Angeles, however I was born in Paradise and nearly all of my family have lived in Quincy. My grandfather was Fred Pierson, a Quincy Volunteer Fireman for 45 years as well as a mechanic for PG&E in Quincy for many years. My grandmother was Nancy Pierson, a teacher in Greenville as well as Quincy. I’ve visited Quincy throughout my whole life, and I was inspired to write a poem about it. So, I thought to share the poem in the hope of spreading the message of how special this place is to me. — Miranda Clarity
QUINCY
small town
close community
quaint, serene, peaceful
special place of my heritage
a place with many memories
a place of nature
nestled in the Sierra mountains
settled in the American Valley
it still has that old town feel
its beauty still shines from within
to all those without, it is not marred
by the dull concrete slabs of modern times
it is still a town of family and friends
a town of kind people, a people
who respect life, respect nature
wildlife abounds—the bluejays
the woodpeckers, the doves, the geese
the ducks, the ravens and the crows
the foxes, the bears
and the deer—both
the stag and the doe
seasons of time
seasons of beauty
all here in this place
from spring to summer
to autumn and fall to icy winter
I love it all
the courthouse, the museum
where so many relics
of my family rest
Gansner Park, Spanish Creek, Sweet Lorraine’s
Moons, Carrie’s Candy, the Wildflower Café
Patti’s Morning Thunder and Grandma Jane’s
each has a memory
each owns a special place
in my heart
just as this town
is a home to me
my home away from home
