I grew up in a small town where we knew our neighbours well.
They were friendly with each other and worked upon their land.
Whenever they were needed they would lend a helping hand.
It was always quite a hard life, making a living off the land.
Families had sleigh rides, dances and barn raisings too.
They went to church on Sundays and obeyed the golden rule.
They farmed, cut wood and worked around the place.
They had church socials, dances and enjoyed life as a rule.
Many had large families and sent the children to school.
The boys cut wood, harvested and helped with the chores.
They played ball, hockey and went to dances too.
The girls belonged to church groups and joined their friends in games.
They learned how to shop keep the home clean.
To have their own home eventually was a young girls dream.
They married, had families and some moved away.
They all remember their home town if only in a distant way.
They had a reunion for the ones that attended the schools.
People came from far and wide to catch up on the news.
Many young men and women went to World War II.
Some of them did not return but they were remembered too.
Their names are on the Cenotaph in the center of the town.
You see they are not forgotten when you pass through there now.

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