Midwest Town by Ruth De Long Peterson Lyrics

Farther east it wouldn’t be on the map—
Too small—but here it rates a dot and a name.
In Europe it would wear a castle cap
Or have a cathedral rising like a flame.
But here it stands where the section roadways meet.
Its houses dignified with trees and lawn;
The stores hold tête-à-tête across Main Street;
The red brick school, a church—the town is gone.
America is not all traffic lights,
And beehive homes and shops and factories;
No, there are wide green days and starry nights,
And a great pulse beating strong in towns like these.