The Reality Poet
The Small Town Way
By: Samantha Fitzgerel
No stop lights here, only four-ways,
not one big building to behold.
Time flies here at a much slower pace,
yet the gossip flies fast when its told.
Here you'll find the best trucks and cars,
and we're always building new homes.
People constantly work on their yards,
cause we're trying to keep up with the Jones'.
Our golf course, it stretches only three city blocks,
and its always crowded with carts...
Only nine holes to master our golf,
and club membership costs a leg and an arm.
The teenagers cruise up and down Main,
as they honk and they wave from their cars.
And while they do circles, where are their parents you say?
Why they're at the local Wal-Mart.
This small town has its many charms,
and can be boring as can be.
But we care for each other, our families, and farms,
and we love our Land of the Free.
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
No stop lights here, only four-ways,
not one big building to behold.
Time flies here at a much slower pace,
yet the gossip flies fast when its told.
Here you'll find the best trucks and cars,
and we're always building new homes.
People constantly work on their yards,
cause we're trying to keep up with the Jones'.
Our golf course, it stretches only three city blocks,
and its always crowded with carts...
Only nine holes to master our golf,
and club membership costs a leg and an arm.
The teenagers cruise up and down Main,
as they honk and they wave from their cars.
And while they do circles, where are their parents you say?
Why they're at the local Wal-Mart.
This small town has its many charms,
and can be boring as can be.
But we care for each other, our families, and farms,
and we love our Land of the Free.
copyright 2005 The Reality Poet
therealitypoet@gmail.com
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