POT HOLE VALLEY – USA
By Elsie Polk Cunningham
Here is a description in rhyme of the South Princeton Road before the Maine DOT took it over. Do we really want to go back to the good old days?
Somedaywhen you want to take a ride it sure will do you good,
Your first time through you wonder if you should have brought a lunch,
My advice is - bring a mechanic, and he'd better have his wrench.
After hitting over a hundred, you wonder if there’s an end.
The first big one you drop in, you think you’ve hit a well,
But it's better as you go along down in this Pot Hole dell.
You feel a thud, but bounce right back, now a very loud noise you hear,
Oh, it's nothing but your muffler gone, You thought you'd lost a gear!
You’ll also wonder with each thump, "Is this what you call a ride?"
Now, we don't need a roller coaster, not here in this part of Maine,
It's the thrill of your life to ride that road, and I bet you won't do it again.
Written about 1985 by Elsie Polk Cunningham (1908 – 2009) of Princeton