Suburban Hill-Billy Poem by Catherine Hendry

I was raised on a mountain
Parents split and I came with my Mother to,
'The flat lands' of the 'BIG city'

I discovered a funny thing, THIS isn't really a 'BIG city'
It's just bigger than the mountain top
I have found myself, through the years, wishing I'd never left
But my mountain has been besieged by 'OUTSIDERS'...

In MY day, everyone knew everyone else... kids from one family Dated another, same person did everyone's hair, same dentist did Everyone's teeth, same with the doctor, pharmacist, everyone was Polite to each other, same people owned the restaurant where EVERYONE ate and/or celebrated and so on...

You don't find that ANYWHERE these days! Oh how I miss that!
Seems odd for ME to say, but, 'I MISS THE OLD DAYS'!