Memories of a Hometown

There was a beach Where Sandy would teach The children how to swim There was a ballfield Where Blondie revealed His secrets for hitting a ball There was a library Where Cynthia was the lady Who helped you find books to read There was an ice cream stand Where the Sawyer clan Sweetened your summer evenings There was a set of tracks Where we would make pennies flat Then skip them across the river There was a Rexall store Where you could score A milkshake that would make you sing There was a mountain Where the folks who do the counting Proclaim it, most climbed one in the land There were several cemeteries Where each one’s preferred seminary Kept separated the dead and the living There were parades and jubilees Where the whole community Would celebrate life for a while There is a small town Where my roots can be found Firmly planted in American soil