one group of people acting as one big family,
everybody knows everybody and we all get along,
hanging out, helping one another, our bonds growing strong.
When i think of home, I think of clear blue skies,
long fields of golden grain, and butterflies,
red dirt roads with secrets to keep,
star filled nights with crickets to lull you to sleep.
When I think of home, I think of heaven on Earth,
spending time with my friends and family, a feeling of worth.
There is a sense of comfort, belonging, and security,
an appreciation for nature and its purity.
My home is the country and the country is me.
No place is better then our small, close knit community.
I grew up in the little town of New Boston. It is a community in which everybody knows everybody and all their business. Everyone is very friendly and willing to lend a helping hand whenever it is needed. Crime is unheard of and peace fills the air. Mostly all of New Boston is made of red dirt roads and farm land; the beautiful country with acres of open land. With only a couple small family owned restaurants, two gas stations, and two tiny convenience stores, it is hard to go anywhere without seeing someone you know. Conflicts rarely occur, but when they do they are usually minor about irrelevant things and are easily settled. I cannot recall there ever being anything occur in my community that only the residents would know besides a few crimes here and there, because they were so unheard of, and arguments over the urbanization of our country land. Otherwise, it is, in my opinion, the perfect place to live.
