Terry A Harrison
My Home Town
I can still smell the sweetness in the air, it's in my home town, you see I grew up there
Everyone mowed their lawns on Saturday, just before night,
and all the housewives baked
their breads with recipes that were light.
Not one family swore or scorned, but everybody enjoyed tooting their own horn
The lightning bugs often flew very low, every evening you could see their glow.
I can still smell the sweetness in the air, you see it's my home town, I grew up there
All the men went