Did those first men who walked here know their luck?
In that day when all the land stretched out like open arms
And one chose according to the lie of it
And the lines fell for them in pleasant places.
Who walked along that broad and grassy ridge above the confluence of the rivers
And saw the Walhonde green and the Kanawha blue
Flowing away, quiet as time itself
And hill upon hill green with forest, fading into infinite horizons
Did someone say, We are the first and have best choice
And all who come after will share only that which we ignore
Did those who built the great houses know
That the view from their tall windows would satisfy generations?