I lived on the corner of Red Oak and Main, <br />Went to sleep at night by the sound of the train. <br />Our neighbors sat on their porches at night, <br />Smile and waved when we came into sight. <br /> <br />Always a kind word or a helping hand, <br />The finest people in this great land. <br />Mayor Hawkins greets visitors with coffee and tea. <br />The donations' a dime but her advise is free. <br /> <br />Are you having a bad day, just call Mrs. Moak. <br />She'll cheer you with her latest new joke. <br />This is a Norman Rockwell kind of town, <br />Old time traditions are still around. <br /> <br />Everyone here knows your name, <br />Family values are all the same. <br />Everyone smiles, no need to frown. <br />'Cause this is a Norman Rockwell Kind of Town.<br /><br />Sandra Finch<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/norman-rockwell-kind-of-town/
