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MY TOWN Dorothy Buchanan 267 East 300 North Richfield, Utah HONORABLE MENTION POETRY Oh my little town Was a happy town where kids could have fun: Meeting at night In the bright moonlight To play run-sheep-run; Hiding in shadows Of tall popular trees Breath half suppressed, Fearing discovery. Crouched on our knees Like birds in a nest. And my little town Was a friendly town We all knew each other. And ate home-baked bread After school with our friends Welcomed by each Mother. For every new baby A bowl of sweet soup Was sent to the home. And often in case Of colds or bad croup Neighbors would come. It is an etching Sharply defined By my own little town- A colorful picture Deep in my mind, A place of renown. Things of small meaning Might fade, But in truth, Never my life In the town of my youth. 105 |