Boscobel The pictures at the right are the old high school in Boscobel, WI where I went to school. I do not know the vintage of each picture but the one at top is oldest from an old postcard and the third picture is how the building looks today. The building is on the U.S. registry of historic landmarks. The poem below is from an unknown author and was found in the old Boy Scout cabin (bottom picture) in Boscobel and seems to describe my hometown, but is thought to be describing an English town. Not far away there is a town Of which I hear the neighbors tell It has no title to renown Except the name of Boscobel A dulcet name that might belong To some provencial villanelle I’ll tune myself and make a song About the town of Boscobel It sleeps below the wooded hills Deep in the hollow of a dell And philomels and whipporwills Chaunt night and day in Boscobel In stately homes on shaded lawns Calmly the gentle townsfolk dwell And sunset splendors magic dawns Alone mark time in Boscobel Its ways are arched with ancient elms The haunts of Fairey Ariel You could not find in twenty realms A spot so fair as Boscobel The old gray church has Spanish chimes Their clear-toned accents rise and swell On Sabbath winds in changing rimes Along the streets of Boscobel You’ll hardly find a parallel By Danube, Rhine or Blue Moselle Much less a hamlet to excel The little town of Boscobel I’ve never seen fair Boscobel And, what is more, I never will I should fear to break the spell Of that sweet name of Boscobel Written by: an unknown author