The Hometown
The Home-Town - Poem by Edgar Albert Guest
Some folks leave home for money
And some leave home for fame
Some seek skies always sunny
And some depart in shame
I care not what the reason Men travel east and west
Or what the month or season — The home-town is the best.
The home-town is the glad town where something real abides
'Tis not the money-mad town
That all its spirit hides
Though strangers scoff and flout it
And even jeer its name
It has a charm about it
No other town can claim
The home-town skies seem bluer
Than skies that stretch away
The home-town friends seem truer
And kinder through the day
And whether glum or cheery Light-hearted or depressed
Or struggle-fit or weary
I like the home-town best
Let him who will, go wander
To distant towns to live
Of some things I am fonder
Than all they have to give
The gold of distant places
Could not repay me quite
For those familiar faces
That keep the home-town bright
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