My Kind of Town

Spurs still jingle on booted feet, And no one turns to stare. "Howdy" is heard on any street - Laughter's everywhere. Old pickups are the wheels of choice - Beats autos ten to one. Horse trailers give the streets a voice Where patchin' ain't been done. On Friday nights the town is closed, If football's bein' played. The one main street is bein' hosed While cheers are bein' made. A skinny yellow dog walks 'round Needin' to find some shade. The dusty little one street town Is hot as God has made. He eyed the flagpole in the square No shadow could he see He raised his leg an' aimed it there "You ain't no help to me". He laid down in the sand and dust, His chin upon his paw. He yawned and thought,"My kind of town - Beats all I ever saw." 10/31/2016 For contest My Kind Of Town