I can't seem to pass a soul
whom I haven't met or at least seen
here in town the last year.
I am not from around here,
yet you all treated me like a sister,
No one thought me immature for inhaling
a grape snow cone and a fries at the same
time as I walked to the rides.
Church groups marched in the parade
along with wild Harley riders for charity.
What a treat, I even listened to
the chamber music on the square.
I had no idea I'd love a small town festival.
Author notes
Big City girl living in a tiny town-- not so bad after all.
Written July 9th, 2006
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