My Hometown

I come from a small town, Nine thousand in all. There’s nothing really fancy here. Just a couple of strip malls. We like our Tim Hortons coffee, Hockey’s the sport of choice where we get loud. It’s really all we got to cheer for, Since the factories left our town. For me I drive a mixer, Out there hauling concrete. This is just a blue collar town. Everyone trying make it on their own two feet. This was a railroad and factory town, Way back in the day. I remember when I was a teen, Like my friends we just wanted to escape. For ten long years I had left, I just traveled around. I knew I had to come back, I missed my old stomping grounds. I couldn’t believe it, Somewhere inside me I got the call. It was tugging at my heart, My hometown of Smiths Falls. Located on the Rideau Canal, Traveled by the pioneers in the fur trade. Technology and the buildings always change, Yet the heart here remains the same. Life in this town right now isn’t easy, I know it’s like that everywhere. If you found yourself down and out in my hometown, There’s always a hand reaching out to drag a friend from despair. So it’s small town living, Yes this is what I know. I may go here and there from time to time, Smiths Falls will always be my home. It’s knowing all the faces, It’s not worrying about walking down any of the streets. It’s putting the pride of the town on your shoulders, Visitors can see it in our eyes when we meet. It’s just a small little town, There aren’t too many famous sites. I guess it’s the strong heart of all who live here. It’s that heart where I found these words to write. Always I will love my home town. Smiths Falls, Ontario Canada