I REMEMBER METHUEN
by John King
I remember Methuen so well
from my childhood,
I can see it now!
the memories are so good .
The spickkit falls that powered
 the huge mills;
Its summer rainbows
and its winter chills.
In the winter the water
froze in mid air;
It looked like frozen clouds
 hanging there.
Remember the police station
under town hall?
Well they had to move because,
 it got to small.
Searles organ hall so
tall and unseen,
stands alone,
surrounded by green.
Remember the floor?
was it marble, or glass?
And the beautiful console,
waiting to do its task!
Why do the organ pipes seem
 so big in my mind ?
Or was I just so small
at that time!
Why do the towers stand gaurd
at the bridge?
Are they expecting Indian,s
to come over the ridge?
Were went the monument
 that stood?
Would we get it back
if we could?
It had a chain of
thirteen links;
It kept the british from
Entering the Hudson river brink.
The majestic old high school
 built by Searles,
From it came Teachers, Lawyers,
 and beautiful girls.
Take a walk around to
the front side,
And see this old English building ,
standing with pride.
The school faces Searls castle
with all its splender;
Its a sight I have only seen twice,
but I will always remember.
Searles Castle, with its ramparts,
 and large gate;
I hope I see the inside,
before it is too late.
How many towns can
one a castle boast?
Well, Methuen has two more
 than the most!
Tenny castle stands
 proudly on a hill;
Lived by Brothers
and kept up still.
Miles and miles of
Searls walls still stand,
A ever lasting monument
to a very rich man.
Marston,s cornnor? 
I know the spot.
but I cant remember
the blacksmith shop.
The shopping mall,
 I cant see.
But Hills farm, brings back nice memories to me.
Hills ice house, wasn't it
taken by fire?
And didn't boys swim in the pond,
without any attire?
The spring behind Millers farm,
Has it suffered the worst?
Or can I still get a cool drink,
 to quench my thirst?
Pleasant valley,
 the garden spot of Methuen.
The soil was so rich
everything grew in it.
And the farm near the chapel,
Was the first to
plow and harrow,
And they planted lettuce
 as straight as an arrow.
Pleasant Valley school
were I was taught,
Has Let their beautiful lawn
go for a parking lot.
Brook,dale starts
at the driving range.
Its my old neighbor, hood,
and it looks very strange! 
People lived here
from every nation.
And on Sunday, the men met
at Leo's gas station.
Hawks brook,
were Methuen ends,
Is where I spent my childhood,
with my friends.