It Takes a Village
We are a Hartland kind of small town.
People are good folks here.
there's not a whole lot to do
but we work hard doing it.
Last year we hit a record
of two rapes and three murders.
The sheriff says we're just
a statistical anomaly,
just a blip where blips seldom occur.
Our town, is a very, very good town,
we farm, do no harm,
we have a single industry
of tinkering with tourism.
The high school is on permeant lockdown
since - well you know what.
Lately there's been a lot of shootings
at the one bar where we meet and greet,
it's troublesome
the pastor says it’s worrisome.
It's like we all turned into a big city problem,
when we were just sitting on the porch
enjoying that small town summer breeze
not looking.
The Mayor says we will be on our knees
by the end of the year.
Who would have thought
that evil could grow so tall
in our very own corn fields
while we were playing checkers,
or watching an Andy Griffiths show
from a town called Mayberry.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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