The Little town of Menard
The Little town of Menard is where I live.
Ranch land, Farm land and Oak trees are known here.
The San Saba River provides good water to drink and fish here.
Along the river bank are many turkey and deer all so beautiful
I love dear.
I love the little town of Menard is why I live here.
It once was bigger but now it is small. There is a small
highway that has traffic through the town but not a real
busy one to fear.
The smell of this little county town has a good seasonal
fragrances. It fills the air with white clouds
and bright shinning stars at night through the year.
Children go to the ditch and ride their bikes in the neigbhood.
People walk in the park and in town while little ones walk to
school with no fear.
There are many churches in little Menard for people to go pray
knowing that GOD is here.
It has a small clinic to take care of people
with an EMS which keeps them here.
The nursing home is where older people live it’s much like home
because there family is near.
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