Richard D. Preston
MY HOME TOWN
Nestled in the mountains
Amidst the tall pine trees
The narrow babbling brooks
The crystal clear streams
The memories of the smile
In my dear Mother’s Eyes
As she thanked her son
For the jar of fireflies
The wooden covered bridges
The old hitching posts
The park with the bandstand
Where we listened with the folks
The small street fair
In the center of Colburn Park
The smell of cotton candy
The Ferris wheel lights after dark
The long walk home
Under the stars and the Elms
Where even as children we knew
There was a great God at the helm
White steeples rising high
Towards the blue heavens above
These are just a few things about
The hometown I love
Someday I will return to the fields
Where we played among corn stalks
But my dream is to trace the steps
Where my Father once walked
©Copyright August 20, 2001 by Richard D. Preston