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
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