Dim lit sky with a golden cresent
The stars they barely shine
As I slowly walk through the streets
Of this town that I once called mine
Not much has changed
As I walk and observe
Oh, wait there's something new
A stop sign, there by the curb
Not many lights shining through the windows
As all are to bed rather early
But, they'll rise for work tomorrow morning
Then scamper off in a hurry
Off to that one little factory
That's been there for as long as anyone can recall
It's been the mainstay of this town
If not for it the town would fall
For little else is there to do
For income in this place
When you live in such a small town
Where everyone knows your face
But, it's nice to come home and reminisce
Of my childhood and the days that have passed
To escape the hustle and bustle of the big city
To just come home and relax
Patrick Wayne Hollier
Copyright 2000 Patrick Hollier