Old Hometown

We parked beside the old mill stream
Where I learned to fish as a boy.
And reminisced about those days
That gave us so much joy.

The old dirt road is pavement now
The mill long since torn down
And the railroad train no longer runs
That used to go through town.

The town is still the same old place
As it was those years ago
The people there are still the same
With always a friendly “Hello.”

It’s been many years since I was last there
And many more will be
Before the next time I return
To the town that nurtured me.