Small towns like Taylorville
Often come from humble beginnings,
Where the son of colonial immigrants
Would strike out on his own and was be so awed by the land
That he had to make his run at life’s fortune there.
Through the hardest of winters and
The brightest of summers,
The great man would endure, persevere, and succeed
In building a town
Where others, too, would want to live.
In Taylorville, they came together,
Mostly because the roads to Philadelphia and Wilmington passed through, but
In the myths because of the leadership of Simon Taylor,
A son of colonial immigrants
Who was mostly awed by the strategic location of the undeveloped land.
He opened a tavern, over time
Other small businesses cropped up,
Someone grew roses for a time, making for the first steady industry,
Then mushrooms became the cash crop
And to this day, the whole town is absorbed by the soil’s smell,
Colloquially, known as the “smell of money.”
The mushrooms of Taylorville allowed for the grocery stores,
The banks, the discounted box stores, and the art galleries.
Downtown sported three barbershops, although one was hidden in an alley.
Wal-Mart took over a historic farm
With the same zeal of Simon Taylor some two-hundred and fifty years before.
Despite all of the restaurants that had come and gone,
All of the specialty stores that claimed parking was the solution
To their lack of business,
It was the mushrooms and the schools
That kept Taylorville on the map.
Fungus and education
Strange bedfellows at first glance,
But both received a hate and love relationship with the community.
Many hated the stench, but loved the lower property taxes,
Many hated the schools, but loved the steps leading into the high school.