A Little Town, But My Town
By Silas H. Perkins
My Town is a little town
With the breath of the foaming sea,
Where white gulls glide above the tide,
And the boats toss endlessly.
My town is a friendly town,
And welcomes the coming guest.
Its houses wait by the open gate
And whisper of peace and rest.
My town is an old, old town,
But it sparkles with youth today
As when afar under guiding star
Its argosies sailed away.
My town is a dreaming town
As it clings to the ocean’s side.
It lifts tall trees to the crooning breeze,
And dips in the tossing tide.
My town is a little town,
But, O, wherever I roam
It seems to sing like a living thing
Of peace and joy—and home!
A Beautiful Winter’s Day in Kennebunkport: With Thanks to Bill Lord & Don Johnson of Maine HDTV
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