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I don’t know no town,
like the old town
Even when the miles are many,
I feel like I’m still around….
like the old town
Even when the miles are many,
I feel like I’m still around….
The road I travel always brings me home. To the history inside me. Just a girl from Arkansas.
Where people are not perfect, but real. These people who shaped me and call me one of their own. We speak as if in mid-conversation, even though it’s been years.
These do-anything-for you-no-matter-what people.
The junior high sits empty but the memories remain. Takes me back to those autumn nights. Hometown bleachers packed real tight…
The town seems small, the trees huge, grown up around the stories imprinted on our hearts. Memories of first grade, first kiss, first everything.
The place I’m reminded of what’s important and good, unnoticed at the time, lost and forgotten by the wider world.
Brinkley Chapel |
Those who never left may not understand. Or maybe they knew all along.
I breathe it in, hold it inside and take it with me.
I usually take one last pass through town
Stop the car and touch the ground….
Somethin’ fore I go.
In memory everything seems to happen to music.~ Tennessee Williams