Sometimes, I imagine living in a small town
Where everyone knows his neighbors' names
And they all pull together when one's in need
With no politicians playing games
The town diner with a blue-plate special
Freshly washed linens flapping on the line
Drinking a bottle of pop at the filling station
These things just don't happen in mine
The only grocery store delivers to your house
And the butcher wraps your meat in plain view
There are home-cooked meals and Sunday church
Welcoming strangers who are just passing through
The Ladies Sewing Circle & Garden Club
Meets every third Wednesday without fail
Complete with tea and cookies and a tad of gossip
And one postman still delivers all the mail
An ice cream soda at the drugstore fountain
For a young man and the girl that he's wooing
Bragging and tall tales on the courthouse steps
Where old men gather for whittling and chewing
Cars, doors and windows always left unlocked
Never any worry about burglars and crime
The only doctor in town still makes house calls
Paid in eggs, baked goods and vegetables at times
Late in the day, the town band is tuning up
Making ready for a summer concert in the park
After an afternoon nap in the old porch swing
Then a weenie roast and fireworks after dark
I realize I'm thinking of a town like Mayberry
A wonderful place frozen forevermore in time
Where there's love and peace and joy and hope
Existing in the recesses of an aimless mind
I guess any place is really what we make of it
Whether the population is large or small
And where we live doesn't always count for much
Rather, how we live is what matters most of all
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
April 21, 2008
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