Treasure Island

Whitney Albright

(07-31-1988 / Alabama)

'Entering a Small Town'

New students constantly flock to my college
It is a good place to study and gain knowledge
Very often, I get asked, by the students I meet,
Where’s the nearest place around here to eat?
I always find myself snickering
Every time a new friend and I start bickering
I say, 'Well there’s one restaurant and it closes at two.'
I suppose these freshmen never have a clue
They say they feel so far from civilization
Maybe because my town has more churches than gas stations
It’s a town with cow pastures and hay
And where horses and buggies still take the highway
Most of the businesses have been closed down
But, don’t you ever think I’m ashamed of this little town
When I was a senior my class and I would always complain
We’d say we would get out of here even if it meant to Spain
But now these days when I look around
None of us have left this town
I guess we discovered something about ourselves we never had known
This town became more a part of us every year we had grown
There’s just something about those Friday nights
When you watch the town glow from the stadium lights
Or how the whole town never misses a game of ball
God help the refs who make a bad call
It is a two-lane road without any traffic lights or turn lanes
And there aren’t any movie theatres to entertain
But there are crickets that sing a little bit louder in my town
And the grass is a little bit greener that covers our ground
The railroad tracks are straight for miles
And you never meet a person who doesn’t have a smile
I live in a town that the good Lord’s blessed
And in this sweet land I’ll be laid to rest
You don’t see buildings when you look at the sky
And you hear fireworks all night on the Fourth of July
We love Wadley, because we escape from reality
We all live in the midst of sweet southern hospitality
And those who leave here do sometimes pack
But I guarantee you they will always come back
So when these college students arrive here in the fall
I will tell them how Wadley’s not a bad place after all
And when you look for a quiet place to roam
Follow the paw prints on the road, they’ll lead you home.

Submitted: Friday, August 29, 2008
Edited: Sunday, August 31, 2008

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  • Dave Shmave83 (8/31/2008 11:33:00 AM)

    wow, i wanna go visit your town lol.
    your details of this college town has more to offer with beauty and small town living. (Report) Reply

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