They gathered by Williamson Road at sun-up from neighboring spreads across the Tioga valley. They came with carts laden with lumber stacks - with saws, adzes, hammers and sundry tools.
They gathered with the homesteaders bond. to co-build their neighbor's' dreams.
Sweet music of community echoed off the hills. Chisels clanged into rock, shaping the foundation, saws sang into boards to frame a timbered skeleton. The staccato syncopation of hammers fastened walls that soon would shelter plowshares, stock and grain. A smithy leaned over his fire and forge - chiming iron into sturdy latches and hinges.
Children scurried about mixing squeals and laughter with exuberant fetching and lifting whenever called.
In two short passings of the sun the deed was done and a handsome new barn, decked out in a wash of red was silhouetted tall and proud against the fading light.
Homesteaders gathered at a celebration table to share a hearty meal adorned by the music of fiddles, grateful smiles and easy laughter.
Then one by one they steered their wagons home gazing back at what their labors had wrought - knowing to the depth of their communal souls that we are more together than we are apart
Listen up, America! This is the music of community. We are more together than we are apart.