Town Poems - Poems about Town

No riots today in my small town No protestors or police around Everywhere I look, peace and quiet On Main Street, three dogs lie down ...

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Visiting the small town of my youth, I longed to find lost moments of truth. I tried to find the hope left behind, Time and young days are hard to unwind. I never forgot this town, or names. Time changed it, yet it is still the same. The difference is time has erased All the moments of our time and place. Buildings where...

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huge hullabaloo in angel town A jumbo jet has landed upside down Where is the queen? We asked. Bring the crown! She arrived minutes later, in a gold brocade gown. Who landed this plane? She asked with a frown. I did, said the handsome pilot, Jack T. Brown Were any hurt? Did any get lost or drown? Of course not, he stated....

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[Verse 1] He rolled down Main where the trees used to line Stopped by the diner, but they changed the sign Faces in windows, but no one looks twice Just another stranger passing by He once knew this place like the back of his hand Built it with neighbors, not just shifting sand Now it’s towers and flyers, growth in the air But...

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He may not be new to Peruvians or New York, but he is like a brand-new shiny penny to us. His casual manner serves as a guide to the pathways Jesus took. He is a simple and uncomplicated man of God. I like him, I can't wait to see his program rolled out before us....

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My town is a very friendly city, Filled with great music and attractive art. Long, dirt roads surrounded with great Pine Trees An incredible Air Force base with planes, that soar above the small town I call home. Peaceful rivers where most go in summer. Tasty southern meals at every table, Worshiping churches everywhere you go, Historic culture all...

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~ O grid of boundaries ~ graffiti b l e e ...

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The cattle barons rode into town They were dressed in blah, black and brown Faces stoic and plain Bulls of Iowa fame They marched to the square to confront the clown The clown was frightened of these big six There was not a happy one in the mix Hamburger? No way! We are here to stay Clown, owner of the diner, was in a...

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On the road to Lunch Bucket Town I met a grape, crushed and stomped down I added some mayo said the stunned hound Got lucky that day in Lunch Bucket Town...

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Can’t any other mamas make pleats, take a tuck or hem? Mrs. McVim, the town’s notorious seamstress asked of Dick and Jim. Their mother was dead, so she could not help them. She ended up shortening the tuxes of these two and their cousin Slim. Slim’s mother was a seamstress, but too pooped at the end of the day To...

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Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town In my little town “My Little Town” by Paul Simon My Town I walk the streets of my hometown, the prodigal son returned for a visit. I wanted to see the old place after forty years away. My first stop is the...

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I can feel the bitter breeze of the winter’s air. My body is covered with goose bumps that layer my skin. I have no money to eat. so I search the bins. People walk past and laugh but their so quick to judge. but they "Don’t know the life I’ve lived" The days with my children I’ve missed! I walk with ***** soaked...

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You might be from a small midwestern town If you know what husking corn means You might be from Iowa If your town was full of relatives You might be from Nebraska If you have heard the term huskers You might be from Illinois If you know a dairy cow from other cows You might be from a small midwestern town If your town...

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In a hick town You learn to be nice to everyone Because most people are your cousins In a hick town You stop and help your neighbors Because it is kind and words travel fast In a hick town You share your time, food and money Because everyone knows you and they talk...

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Day and night Over my years I watch This full owl body carved from the light Of wood With its slimly painted feathers and howling eyes Held in swooping flight At an angle On a string From our family room Ceiling Circles in the heat of our furnace vent Glides in its corner in summer breezes That is beautiful enough Its constant motion suspecting me A mole Watching TV But there...

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