BODY.

I never relished there and back,
I always liked it here,
But though my town was never large
Its roads still disappeared,
And when you’re young it’s very hard
To reconcile an end
Especially when you’ve never been
Round some particular bend.

That Pasture Road went on for days,
And Western Road for weeks,
Whilst Bridge Street led to bedlam
Just beyond its many peaks.
And cycling was rarely done,
And running much too hard,
And walking wasn’t that much fun,
And only gold bought cars.

Though when I grew I crossed the line
That bordered our town,
But quickly came to realize
That only home is bound,
Now I’ve declared my loyalty
To here and its affairs,
And today no longer bother
Even going up the stairs.