Hometown

Hometown

After a long time I visit my hometown,
Now it's uninhabited, but I still look around.

There are memories of my childhood i wanna live once more,
So to the ol' rockin' town I open the door.

The rusty, dusty place comes to life again,
I see kids running, and rowdy big men.

I go down the path towards my old house,
Unlike always, the gates are closed and the grass ain't doused.

So I explore further down the bend,
As I see this familiar street, my longing finally ends.

I see the popular bar of good ol' Bob,
Where lesser I drank, more I talked.

And I see the ruins of the houses of my ol' chaps,
Where I played, and caused a lot of mishaps.

I remember my friends Wooly and the Boy named Sue,
And Jim, and Scout, and ol' Mr. Boo.

We ran 'round together frolickin' all day,
We would hop, and jump, and prance, and neigh!

I remember my best friend Fiery's mum,
Who scared big men with her shiny guns,
On Sunday we'd all have hot cross buns,
And let loose the mice in the church,
Just to frighten away the nuns.

An' in summer, mum and dad used to buy us ice-pops,
We all used to play 'Robbers and Cops'.

I had the time of my life in that little place,
Where everybody remembered everybody's face,
Where everybody respected everybody's space,
Where life was rustic and slow-paced.

Where the grown-ups smoked cigars for taste,
And the kids liked to smell toothpaste!

I'm an iron-hearted cowgirl from a friendly, funny town,
And I remember to never forget my ground,
No, we never forgot our land, the place so pretty always,
But beware, the folks here don't forget their ways!
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Ramona Singh