My Town - Louise Taylor
I stretch these legs across
the many cracks in the sidewalk
this old sidewalk I marked
with chalk when I was new
and the bridge that joins
one side to the other
crosses water that has made
its long slow passage through
my town, my town
Let me bend down to kiss your
wrinkled pathways
'cause I love to stroll you
time and time again
and I will never grow tired
of leaning in your alleys
to watch the sun and shadow
sketch your features in
Is it strange that I should
come to love steeples and stone
as if they were an old companion?
You are my flesh, my bone
my wilderness, my canyon
my town, my town
Many lovers have cast
their pennies to your windows
like wishing wells and waited for reply
they have come and gone
but I'm still waiting
by the banks of your river
by your skylined sky
Is it strange that I should come to love
these things that I know
as if they were new?
Well I walk your streets
like the moon walks a cloudy sky
in and out of view through
my town