'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...SONNET (6) by GEORGE SANTAYANA FREDERICKSBURG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH IMMORTALITY [OR, VERSE] by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR JACK CREAMER [OCTOBER 25, 1812] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE SONNET: THE RARITY OF GENIUS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WINGS AT DAWN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |