As I walk by
The community hall
I see the telephone pole standing tall
With all its pride and glory
The telephone pole
From 1940
Shoots up from the ground
And into the sky
The giant pillar
By town hall
A symbol of strength
And hope to all
The wood is splitting
Yet held together
By love and care
From the people
Some might say
That history holds it together
But I say
It’s just the duct tape