Town Star
The crossing roads intersect
Like generations meeting across time
Packed with people
For their daily greet, like flocks of birds
Set to migrate in packs of safety
From high above the church roof
If one looks down and out,
They can see the water towers
Flowing down into the town
Where the crossroads lay
Like the beams of a star
Brightly standing out
Yet united as one
And Wilson doesn’t say much about it
As he cleans his glasses from behind his bar
He looks through them, half full
Never half empty, filled with visions
Of memories being made
And the youngsters play their games
Making new memories that will soon turn old
As old as the machine that creaks when it gives
A thirst quencher to the children,
But it’s nothing compared to Wilson’s
He makes the best root beers in town
Town,
So full of life and beauty
Landscapes abound
Towers as tall as Pluto
Overshadowing, yet not menacing
Not intimidating, but inspiring
To the heights at which we can go
If we too reach for the stars
That one star…in the center
At that crossroads
That is the town’s future
Our future,
Together
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