It was a place we all once lived, in a town that’s never been
When everyone knew their neighbors and everybody was a friend
When stories had a moral and goodness always won
When a father took the time, to go fishing with his son
A place where children played outdoors and elders were respected
And faith and hope and charity were virtues not neglected
Where curse words were never heard and they worshiped on the Sabbath
And following the Good Book was more that just a habit
Where they gathered round the table to eat a home cooked meal
And sitting on the front porch had that welcoming appeal
It’s a place that we all long for and hope someday to find
For now it has a special place in the memories of our mind
We yearn for Andy’s wisdom and the kindness of Aunt Bea
The innocence of Opie, in a town called Mayberry
Sue Ikerd
July 5, 2012
Copyright 2012 ©
Love your poetry. So,so true.