A Tribute to A Bit of Rappahannock...

When the fields are fresh and green,

‘tis then old Black Rock should be seen.

Its hills and meadows most serene, can readily inspire a poet’s dream. When storms threaten, as they often do, Black Rock takes on a different hue.

No matter what the time of year, we always hold our Black Rock dear.

It’s always there to excite emotion, and rekindle anew our great devotion.

I’ve traveled far, by sea and air, and never have found a land so fair

As Black Rock Farm with its tranquil air.

— Jack Dwyer

In Loving Memory of John J. Dwyer

January 10, 1919-July 27,2003