Our Town

There's a small town in the mountains,
Population, five hundred and three;
It's the place where we have our home,
The only place where we want to be.

Not too much goes on around here,
Since they closed the old Palermo mine;
But we'll take it over the city,
Wildlife roams free and the quiet s fine.

Not a single traffic light in town,
The only noise is from the critters;
Would we move back into the city?
Just the thought gives us the jitters.

We once thought we'd like to move back there,
To all the traffic and commotion;
We thought about it a little more,
Well, it was just a silly notion.

Yes, this certainly is our town,
The one place that we want to be;
We have a natural frog pond,
And the spring water is free.

From chemicals and additives,
We've no need for any of those;
And should we lose our electricity,
The brook's just fine for washing our clothes.

The waterfall over yonder,
It flows right through our property;
The stone walls lining our driveway,
Jon and I built them ourselves for free.

We don't even have a post office,
So we drive on down the switchback hill;
We have been in town for four years now,
But up or down we still feel the thrill.

At the wonders of nature around,
The old stone houses built with sweat;
At all the mountains not so distant,
We haven't gotten over it yet.

Yes, this is our small town,
The place where we will stay;
Where kids grow up knowing,
It's safe to go out and play.

~ Paul D. Berube ~
March 13, 2007
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[ by: Paul D. Berube Copyright © 2007 ( TrailsEndNH@aol.com ) -- submitted by: Paul D. Berube ]