The settlers from Virginia viewed
This land their hearts desired.
Homesteading in the Seventies
On acres they acquired.
They had looked long for what they found
In this fair neighborhood.
In that great distance from their homes
None had seen land so good.
They named it New Virginia,
Because of memory’s hold.
It still had all they wished for it
When they were gray and old.
Excerpt of poem titled “The Building of a Church” by Veda E. Brooks.
