Poetry-How Typical of Us

How Typical of Us

By "Lulu"

When you step onto the borderline of our town,

You get this odd feeling of familiarity.

Maybe it's the hot, dry conditions,

Or the tumbleweeds and western plant life that you recognize.

Whatever it is, it's somehow comfortable.

We still have the old saloon as our little piece of old fashion,

And the one room school-house with our teacher of all grades.
The water isn't that fresh, and the plants don't seem to like it,

This is probably why they die so quickly.

But we still, call it home.

Once you leave, you might have that feeling of wanting to go back,

To a place which seems so typical of the country.

Like my home, the animals home, the plants' home,

And what could be your home.

If you fancy a western movie.