Thomson on My Mind

By Joseph McGowan

If you ever have the pleasure as you’re traveling around
To stop in a place called Thomson Georgia, Oh it’s just a small town
Where the people know one another from bend to bend
And just about around every corner you can find a friend

It’s a place where people come together
When one is sick or in need
A place where the families trees grow strong
Though long ago planted with a single seed

Where they welcome a stranger
Just like a longtime friend
Where they treat them just like family
 And ask them if they need a hand to lend

A place where southern belle’s reign supreme
 And southern gents are true
A place where people make up the fabric of this great nation
And stand by the red, white and blue

Where the sweet accent of a southern belle can be heard
And a man’s handshake is as good as his word
Where the people are grounded just like the mighty magnolia trees
Where you can simply pass the time chatting
 On the back porch to a warm southern breeze

And reminisce to stories of life long ago, laugh and talk
Or just take a stroll and feel secure as you walk

I start thinking when I am alone
And it reminds me a bit of my childhood home
When times were simpler away from the big cities pace
And it brings a tear and a smile to my face

For although I am gone I still find
That I have Thomson on my mind

In Loving Memory of Mary Ware Avera (Brat)
Dedicated to the friends, relatives and people of Thomson

Thank You
Joseph, Jamie McGowan and Son