Carolyn Ford Witt
Morgantown Where? - Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
If you looked upon the map for it,
You wouldn't give another thought;
For it's just a little crossroads town
That hard work, there, has wrought.
Where farmers used to come to town
For feed and goods and wares,
Just a little quiet town
Where we hid away our cares.
This town that I was raised in
Just spanned a mile each way
And I was very truly blessed
To live there everyday.
I knew everyone who lived there
Within five mile, each way,
For when anyone would move in
They were always bound to stay.
Everyone would come to visit
The store that we owned there.
They'd come in just to look or buy
Some of our store's hardware.
I miss that little town of mine
Where younger days were spent,
And as I age, I wonder where
Those younger days have went.
But now, when I return there
And see how it has grown,
That simple quiet little town....
I always do bemoan.
Our memories always seem so fine
For flaws, they have none of;
And now I return to the memories....
Memories of a quiet home, I loved.
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt.
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