Contributed by Vera "Stathos" Shay, Kremmling...Granby resident 1930-1945
From what I hear
It is very near
To be torn away
The little church of my childhood day
The most beautiful to see
That can ever be
Inside and out
Without a doubt
Built of log so fine
In the style of old time
In my own little chair
Every Sunday I was there
The chime of its bell
For miles around
Heard its wonderful sound
For a while our school
We didn't fit
So in our church were classes
For a bit
Beside our church on the hill
We sledded for a thrill
That poor little church
They moved it around
All over town
Proudly it's hung together
In all kinds of weather
Every time I go to Granby town
I look around to find
And have a look
At my log church for my eyes'
Memory book
Now they say it's got to go
Pray it won't be so
All of you Granby folk
Louder you should have spoke
To save that church with its
Memories and history
For there could never be
Anything that would compare
Built or put there
With my magnificent, beautiful
Childhood Granby log church
Find it in your hearts
To never let it be torn apart.
April 2005