I live in a quaint little town In a wink or a blink, you’ll drive right through There’s not much to see but lots to do
Take a good look around we have two parks in town One; the senior center park Summer Friday night music til dark
Margaret Polk Park Community build Baseball, diamonds, and a soccer field A quarter of a mile path around is where the dogs’s path can be found
Wildflowers as far as the eye can see The edge of the forest a fallen tree A river runs through the northern side Nooks and crannies for Deer to live hide
Motocross bicycle course for all ages competition in qualifying stages A wonderful event on Fourth of July Fireworks, food stations, watching the sky
Watermelon slices Practice your song Center stage performances all day long Face painting Dancers singers, bands Our great experiment by God’s hands
The annual Damboree highlight of the year Celebrate the Dam completion beers cheer Mining for Gold, Rush to Northern Cali three encampments called Central Valley.
A Tourist Store find trinkets galore to take Boating, camping playing on Shasta Lake This tiny town now has a Dollar Store Five marijuana dispensaries not much more
One and only Shasta Damboree Cool April nights car show to see Asphalt, cowboy’s Pancake breakfast Veteran’s Parade the celebration blast
Saturday night music in the park Starts at afternoon until dark Monthly craft displays Handmade goods amaze
We have a pet Mayer YES, I say smugly A seven year old pug named Pugly The pet mayor contest a fundraiser creates A Children’s Christmas party Fashion plate
300 gifts to families of our community Our tiny town no change in 30 yrs of unity A moratorium on growth we cherished Sadly, that philosophy has parish
Plans demand. Homeless integration Tare down homes for new segregation Build skyscrapers box dwelling New Drug communities are swelling
There will be a sequel to this poem. Change is all around. You can hardly recognize her a little town.