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I'm sitting on a bench in our city park
The day is fading fast, it's almost dark
Children are laughing, playing and swinging
I can hear some mockingbirds singing

My small town is quite old
Many tales about our park can be told
The tennis court is in disarray
Where years ago this sport I did play

The War Memorials stand silent as a reminder
Of the sacrifices paid to make our world kinder
The nearby train depot was busy in the past
I remember riding the passenger train, what a blast

Our small city park has hosted many events
Not much rent is charged, just a few cents
Weddings, carnivals, reunions and prayer meetings
Where you were met with a smile and warm greetings

Blackshear, Georgia is where our park is at
Come on down, hang up your hat
Only five traffic lights in our little town
God has blessed us, come on down

Copyright 2005, Irvin L. Rozier