John Hill, Little Church In A Small Town</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=1.htm>John Hill</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>Little Church In A Small Town</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b>Today, I went back home...<br>Where I lived before I roamed.<br>The streets are narrow... the church is small<br>And the water tower still looks tall.<br>The preacher was young and new<br>He seemed nervous as he sat in his pew.<br>He never said hello to me, but others did<br>And this took me back to when I was a kid.<br>After the service, members came by to say hello<br>After this, I told Mary Jo that it was time to go.<br>There is one thing for sure.. this I know<br>The cemetary, lined with crepe myrtles, continues to grow.<br>Each time I visit this special place,<br>I see names of childhood friends -- on a monument face.<br>This takes me back to yesteryear,<br>And makes me wonder if my time is near.<br>But I don't have time to dwell on this<br>There's a lot to be done that I don't want to miss.<br>I've seen horses, wagons, buggys, T-models and a rocket ship<br>I figure that the next twenty year journey will really be a trip.</b></font></p></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk4.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>