To the Editor:

Winter in a small town, folks gather on the walk

the lights are not burning but round the fire theres talk

a smile exchanged as I move on my way

The eye of a stranger beckons me to stay

Spring in a small town, as we come rambling in

to a place that is beautiful that no one lives in

I sit on my porch with my eyes to the hills

in wonder and contentment my heart becomes still

Summer in a small town, bar-b-que in the air

Folks are so pleasant the kids without care

Outdoor concerts and firework displays

stars out at night and fireflies at play

Fall in a small town brings a tear to my eye

my happiness, Ive found, is a leaf floating by

The colors so brilliant the vistas so clear

Recalls my first visit to this place I hold dear.

My town is Tryon its your town too

where folks work together to try and make do

Im here now forever till the Lord I be seein

Im settled and happy theres no way Im leavin

Lavin Cuddihee