Little Town

by Pearl Wheatley
October 28, 1948

I like to live in a little town,
Where the trees meet across the street;
Where you wave your hand and say “Hello”
To everyone you meet.
I like to stand for a moment
Outside the grocery store
And listen to the friendly gossip
Of the folks that live next door
For life is interwoven
With the friends we learn and know
And we hear their joys and sorrows
As we daily come and go.
So I like to live in a little town,
I care no more to roam,
For every house in a little town
Is more than house; it’s home!