A stepping stone,
a mistake, a piece of the puzzle,
an unfortunate economy,
tiny, problematic, fighting,
always wanting what's bigger.

They tell me you are full of backwoods people, and I believe them, for I have seen the men and women dress sloppily and do things in an unorthodox way.

And they tell me you are full of meth labs and I answer: Yes I have seen the burning bits of houses destroyed in the violent law-breaking.

And they tell me you let gossip travel and my reply is: I have heard the women and children spread rumors like wildfire without even thinking. With these replies I look to the rest of the world and say:

Come show me another city with tightly bonded people, so nice that you always feel at home.

Show me another city that teaches you survival instincts everyday even when you aren't listening.

Even though it's small your bonds with everyone are so strong that you know they care even when you scrape a knee.

Weather so wonderful you'll always feel at ease, moving over the countryside, through the trees, through the fields, into the rocks.

Knowing every single soul within a fifty-mile radius and knowing that you are safe in this boundary.

Never bored because no matter what the circumstance there is always something that you can do.

Exploring the new establishments that are placed around the town because they are exciting and always a rare sight to see.

Living in prestige was a rare commodity, on top of the heap, we are like royalty because my father made the right decisions.

Having a brother that everyone liked, benefitting from that by having more friends than I knew what to do with, even though I could do better.

My town was for me, a secret jewel in a cluster of dirt. A stepping stone, a mistake, a piece of the puzzle, an unfortunate economy, tiny, problematic, fighting, always wanting what's bigger.