Richard D. Preston


Richard D. Preston: My Home TownNestled 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