Time passes and things seem to get busier and busier and
soon we will forget the simplicity that was once part of life in a small
town. For nearly the past twenty years
the world has been connected and made to seem very small and now everyone is
connected.
“I miss Mayberry,
Sitting on the
porch drinking,
Ice cold Cherry
Coke,
Where everything is
black and white,
Picking on a six
string,
Where people pass
by and you call
Them by their first
name,
Watching the clouds
roll by.”
