I fell in love with Swarthmore
And all her arching trees
Their branches watching over me
A leafy hollow for my dreams
I fell in love with Swarthmore
Her whimsical homes and buildings
Of stone and wood and great windows
Such artistry sends my soul soaring
I fell in love with Swarthmore
Her bustling pathways and busy parks
Where strangers greet and children meet
A friendly village for us all
I fell in love with Swarthmore
Her campus gardens so sublime
Labeled flora in year round splendor
Pleasure for all seasons well designed
I fell in love with Swarthmore
Her pleasant shops for every need
Where community come together
In peace and harmony
I fell in love with Swarthmore
Her hidden trails within the woods
And Crum Creek bubbling quietly
Happy dogs, off leash, prancing in the mud
I fell in love with Swarthmore
The sounds of traffic coming through
The whistling train, the fog horn song
The Swarthmorean heralding the news
I fell in love with Swarthmore
With a special pride in history
And an air of awe for what’s been
Where the past is still felt and see
Alexis Young is a Swarthmore resident, an English teacher, and (till now) an unpublished writer.