Submitted by Melissa Wise, Hebron resident.

How far out to Hebron?" I inquired one day.
Of a man who was lounging along the highway.
Said he, "It is just sixteen miles by the map;
Allowing, of course, that there is no mishap;
But rain makes the road get so rocky and dirty,
You'll swear that the sixteen miles have turned into thirty.
And if it rains hard, as it does in the Fall,
The chance is you'll never arrive there at all.

"The road up McKim is exceedingly rough,
And likely your buggy will slip o'er the bluff;
But when you strike Shawnee, you'd better get out
And carry your buggy - that is, if you're stout;
A block and tackle would come in play
In case your old nag should get stuck in the clay.

"To Roby's will take you an hour, then one more
Up to the old mill just below the Grange store;
Another long hour after leaving the mill,
Up Shawnee you go to the top of the hill;
Then follow the ridge 'till another hour's done,
And then you may water your nag in Cave Run;
Again climb a hill, sticking tight to your perch,
Then down through the woods by the old Pine Grove Church.
Then, Stranger, if still you should chance be alive,
By Theodore Clovis's house you may drive,
A turn to the left and inside of an hour
You'll come within sight of the Hebron church tower."

And that's in the Past; now the road is all graded,
And teams gaily trot where before they were jaded;
But that in all seasons the road we may travel,
Let's give it a surface of good river gravel!
In this let St Marys folks heartily join,
Not merely with wishes, but with our gold coin,
And then in the future, regardless of weather,
The towns will be drawn much more closely together;
And what better use for our money or labor,
Than put it to making old Hebron our neighbor?

(Taken from "Shorts" written by the late R. L Pemberton)