Some folks leave home for money <br />And some leave home for fame, <br />Some seek skies always sunny, <br />And some depart in shame. <br />I care not what the reason <br />Men travel east and west, <br />Or what the month or season — <br />The home-town is the best. <br /> <br />The home-town is the glad town <br />Where something real abides; <br />'Tis not the money-mad town <br />That all its spirit hides. <br />Though strangers scoff and flout it <br />And even jeer its name, <br />It has a charm about it <br />No other town can claim. <br /> <br />The home-town skies seem bluer <br />Than skies that stretch away, <br />The home-town friends seem truer <br />And kinder through the day; <br />And whether glum or cheery <br />Light-hearted or depressed, <br />Or struggle-fit or weary, <br />I like the home-town best. <br /> <br />Let him who will, go wander <br />To distant towns to live, <br />Of some things I am fonder <br />Than all they have to give. <br />The gold of distant places <br />Could not repay me quite <br />For those familiar faces <br />That keep the home-town bright.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-home-town/
