Small towns I'm told are special indeed,
and will join together to serve a need.
The short time I've been here I have indeed seen,
from older and younger, and those in between,
community spirit and what it might mean.

When I came here I felt that I wanted to be
an active part of this community.
I joined in, somewhat timidly at first,
then more rapidly, soon with a burst,
until eventually I found myself totally immersed.

What a wonderful feeling to feel you're a part
of a community that seems to have a big heart.
So on about my way I went,
not realizing there were so many that resent
new ideas, new people and thoughts, no matter how
well intentioned they're meant.

Now that I've been here a while it seems
not everyone is welcome to follow their dreams.
At first it seems that you will fit in,
they smile and welcome you, and let you begin,
but if you show enthusiasm, fire, or pride, there isn't
a battle they'll allow you to win.

Now that I've walked through the fire and been burned,
my thoughts on small towns are of lessons I've learned.
Though I try not to judge folks by their ties,
most of you know whether things said were of lies,
and that's why I question that you don't meet my eyes.

There exists such a thing as guilt by association,
when you band together its called a confederation.
When people are hurt by things that are done,
just remember each day as you face a new sun,
you must answer to another if unkindness was done.

I'm slowly withdrawing, caring less than before,
realizing that I'm not the one who should keep score.
This town that I came to, still it is here,
Though I don't see it the same from year to year,
nor will I ever hold it so dear.

The smiles that I see now don't ring quite so true,
of pride in the walk, I see fewer and few.
There are still those who accept, but ever more who reject,
there are still others who continue to welcome,
but I feel less respect,
for those that just waited, though they knew the effect.