I’ve toured the forts of Ligonier and Necessity
Walking the woods where Indian’s voice rang loud and free.
In history, we rebelled at paying whiskey’s tax.
I’ve been to festivals where linen thread’s spun from flax.
The Quakers and Amish chose to make this land their own
Hunters and trappers carried knives with handles of bone.
Your religious liberties drew folk from far and wide.
Boys became men in your wilds as their mettle was tried.
Conestoga wagons and carriages plied your trails.
Peddlers and freighters hauled supplies in bundles and bales.
I’ve ridden rides at Idlewild and Kennywood Park
And explored your caves and caverns gloomy and dark.
Some folk have used crossing rods, dousing to find water.
Jugs, crocks, and bowls were formed by the hands of a potter.
I’ve been awed by beautiful barns, bathed in moon’s soft glow.
And been inside of grist mills once powered by streams swift flow.
Pennsylvania, rich with history and things to do
From your museums to aquarium and zoo.
Hayrides and sleigh rides and riding the Duquesne incline;
Bakeries, breweries, markets, and places to dine.
Views from Mt. Washington, stunning when Pittsburgh’s lights shine
At Amish farms, bright hued quilts hang to dry on a line.
Your mines delved deep seeking your veins of coal and iron ore
And walked through groves of chestnut, oak, elm, and sycamore.
Your inns gave provided respite along your roads and pikes.
I’ve watched smithies shaping rods into nails and spikes.
Your lands shaped your people and they reshaped your land
With pick, axe, gun, shovel, or whatever was at hand.
Western Pennsylvania’s shared your bounties in the past.
Your mark in history’s journal’s wide ranging and vast.