THE START OF A NEIGHBOURHOOD
A couple of farms and a dirt road between,
Nothing else for miles around can be seen.
The eldest gets married, another home is built,
All they have is a bed, table, chairs and a quilt.

Someone clears wooded land, more farms appear,
Slowly growth comes and it is soon quite clear
That the two farms have turned into a community,
Gradually growing to a tiny town as pretty as can be.

As the stores appear, more people move into town
And there’s a neighbourhood, some folks frown,
Yet there is still a country feeling everywhere you go,
With farms, forests and many beauty spots to show.

The lakes are still pristine, a good vicinity for fishing,
Still everywhere quiet at night, no fast cars rushing
Along the roads, a nice place that is safe to live,
Activities every now and then enjoyment to give.

It is so different than a big city neighbourhood
For everyone knows you, door locks would
Be almost useless except when you go on holiday
Then the key is by the step for a neighbour while away.

There are still neighbourhoods like this somewhere,
Trust each other, regarding everyone with love and care.
Brothers and sisters everyone, whoever they may be,
A little part of heaven’s neighbourhood that I like to see.

M Ann Margetson January 20, 2002