View of the community center, Flag pole and water tower facing SoutheastAuthor unknown
If you want to live in the kind of a town
Like the kind of town you like.
You needn't slip your clothes in a grip
And start on a long, long hike.
For you'd only find what you left behind
There's nothing that's really new
It's a knock at yourself when you knock your town,
It isn't the town—it's you.
Real towns are not made of men afraid
Lest somebody else gets ahead.
When everybody works and nobody shirks
You can raise a town from the dead.
And if while you make your personal stake
Your neighbor may make one too,
You can make a town what you want it to be,
It isn't the town—it's you.
Found in the 75th Anniversary book c.1974
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