My Town

My own home town-you've never been to my home town,

 you say ?

Why, in my town the live oak trees reach clear across the way!

And in my town the streets are good ; why, we have miles and

miles

Of well-paved streets! And in my town 'most everybody smiles

When their eyes look into your eyes ; just like they sort of knew

You would like them if you knew them, and they would like

you, too;

And in my town the air is sweet from great wide fields

which lie

Around it soaking up the sun and smiling at the sky.

Why, in my town in winter time it isn't ever cold !

There's always violets to pick, and sunsets are so gold,

When you look at them from my town, it seems like you

can see

Enchanted castles and warm flags, like them that used to be

In stories that you used to hear when just a little tad ;

And in my town are mockingbirds which sing all day, as glad

That they are in my town, I guess, as I am glad; and, say,

You ought to see the children in my town come out to play!

The children in my town think school's a dandy place to go !

They'd like to go vacation time, because they love it so!

And from my town a channel runs southeastward to the sea,

And great big stately ships come up, as proud as they can be

That they can come to such a town; I'm proud to be there, too;

Because each day comes in with song and all the skies are blue—

Except when it is raining so's to make the flowers grow-

And through my town the perfumed winds from blossomed

prairies blow.

And everyone who sees my town wants to come back again;

They like the women of my town, and like its splendid men;

And all the children in my town, they tell you "Howdy-do?"

And take your hand sometimes and walk a little ways with you;

And heaven's right close to my town, as close as anything!

Why, moonlight nights sometimes you can 'most hear the

angels sing.

When I have gone to heaven and when I have set me down

I know I'll tell the angels how much they would like my town.

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