A quiet, peaceful road that leads to the next,
there are fields on the right and houses on the left.
Drive down this street on a bright, sunny day;
look through the yards, and see the children play.
Near the end of the street lies a beautiful woods,
where animals live and are free to roam.
At the end of the day, when the sun goes down,
you'll fall asleep to the coyotes' howl.
Wake up in the morning when the sun comes up
to the roosters crow, and hear the train passing by.
You'll know that your day is gonna be good,
because you woke up in this beautiful neighborhood.
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My hometown is a unique and special place. When I was born, my parents brought me home from the hospital to the house I've lived in all my life. To them, the quiet setting of the town seemed to be a nice place to raise a family. What I love most about my hometown are all the good memories it has provided for my family and me. I've appreciated growing up in a small, rural area. I'm not sure I would have had the same experiences anywhere else.