BELLOWS FALLS — I found this poem the other day, in the History of the Town of Rockingham Vermont: 1907-1957. It still fits.
§If you want to live in the kind of town,
§Like the kind of a town that you'd like,
§You needn't slip your clothes in a grip
§And start on a long, long hike.
§You'll only find what you left behind
§For there's nothing that's really new,
§It's a knock at yourself when you knock your town,
§It isn't your town, it's you!
§Real towns are not made by men afraid
§Lest somebody else get ahead.
§When everyone works and nobody shirks
§You can raise a town from the dead.
§And if, while you make your personal stake,
§Your neighbor can make one too,
§Your town will be what you want to see,
§It isn't your town - it's you!