The Town I Remember

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There was a young girl and she was from

A beautiful little town

And then it occurred to her as she stirred

That this place was now dragging her down.

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When little, there was so much

That made her laugh and play

Then as she grew she realized too

How she didn’t want to stay.

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The frozen lake, the grand canal

The endless big green lawns

The after-schools, the long carpools

With the sports team we played on.

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It all looked great upon first glance

Those houses so lovely and huge

But keep your word in this suburb

That there’s nothing wrong with you.

*

If you have an drinking problem

Or an affair you want to keep quiet

Can’t pay your bills?  Your son’s on pills?

Those things you’ll want to stay silent

*

Everything here is about the address

And the utter prestige of your zip code

Because in this place it’s an utter disgrace

For your weaknesses to be shown.

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Oh if only! I could embrace the sweet warm days

I remember from most of my child-hood

Ignorant of the class warfare that was cast

In my beloved, my flawed neigbor-hood.

photo from Barbara Paulsen at tandemechoes.com.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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4 thoughts on “The Town I Remember

  1. Neighbourhoods can hold you back indeed, especially when everything is just a facade. We should be wary though because the grass always seems greener elsewhere….and every place has its dark but also a beautiful side.

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  2. I grew up in the country where everybody knows, or thinks they know everything about you based on your extended families antics.
    I choose to grow my own humans in the Canadian Rockies, a place where lots of the world believes is paradise…..but I’m sure they will say the same thing about their home town.

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