'Twas in this little town I first saw light, And in this place I'd like to say "Goodnight." Though I have seldom traveled far from here, Yet when I did, return seemed doubly dear. The tradesmen who have come and then passed on -- Dear friends and loved ones who have long since gone -- The folks who live here now and whom I greet -- All meet me as I walk down memory's street. And when fate tears me from this well-loved place, Replants me where I scarcely know a face, I shall remember church bells ring each week Where old friends meet and smile, and pause to speak. I'll not forget the homes -- white -- yellow -- brown -- I know each one. I love this little town. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE STREETS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MOCKING BIRD by SIDNEY LANIER QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 25 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LOST LAUGHTER by MINNIE HALLOWELL BOWEN THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 5 by THOMAS CAMPION GOOD COUNSEL TO A YOUNG MAID by THOMAS CAREW TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. THUS I YEARNED FOR LOVE by EDWARD CARPENTER |