Save our post office!

Here is a poem I wrote to help save the post office in our little community of Douglas Nebraska. Please pray for us on the 26th of Oct. 2011 because that is when we have our hearing! I have learned much from our towns people and the Holy Spirit is working! Thank you

SINCERELY, DOUGLAS

Surely you're just kidding, no! I can't believe it's true,

You wouldn't close our Post Office, we wouldn't know what to do!

These folks 'round here have come to know it as a special place

It's where we meet each other, where we chatter face to face

You know the crazy Internet has stolen something rare

And we all here in Douglas want to tell you why we care

Those iPhones and those facebooks, well they surely have their place

But we think our old Post Office...has one up on cyber space!

'Cause I hear so many say this world's become a big rat race

How they'd like to just relax a bit, slow down their hurried pace

They should come on down to Douglas, kick their feet up in the park

You can walk the streets in our town even after it gets dark

When you want to know what's going on just walk on down the block

Past the swings, the baseball field and watch out for that giant rock

Don't forget to tip your hat to all the neighbors you pass by

When you get to our post office you will see the reason why

All the goin's on are posted just as plain as they can be

Just inside those friendly doors a big announcements board you'll see

Oh it might be someone selling their old Ford for 50 bucks

Or the farmer up the street that's sellin' fuzzy baby ducks

But it might be more important like a funeral for a friend

(And we're hopin' it's not for this Post Office we'll have to attend!)

Maybe someone's had a baby, or a wedding's coming up

Or the 4th we're celebratin' or a batch of wiggly pups

Maybe someone's out of work and they might need a helpin' hand

Might be lookin' for odd jobs and says he'll do the best he can

And our Postman, well, he plumb looks out, for all our older folks

If they haven't picked up their mail, the good Lord his side He pokes

"Go and check on old man Perkins cause he's fallen mighty ill"

Can you imagine what might happen? Why, he might be lay'n there still

And the reason is we take good care to watch out for each other

We are one big happy family, all sisters, and all brothers

And the kiddies in the winter, well, they might begin to fuss

'cause the lobby's where they stay all warm while waiting for the buss

When our big kids call from college and their needin' something fast

They might have to wait much longer till we get to town at last!

Cause we can't afford the fuel it takes to go from here to there

Oh, the difficulties we might have to face I just can't bear!

I can pack a great big flat rate box and stuff it to the top

Adding cookies for my daughter cause I know it hits the spot

If she sends me something special, but the postage comes to more

Than she put on it, my post man, even comes up to my door

Or I hop down to the Post Office and pay the extra price

Get my package right away, and, I think that's mighty nice

Not to mention all the produce that is shared between our neighbors

It's just sittin' on a table up for grabs by any takers

Yes, our Post Office does all a good Post Office ought to do

But it makes us more like family, I think that's important too!

So please think about it hard 'fore on this anchor of our town

hangs a sign "we're closed for service" on the doorknob must be found

Now we sure do understand the great predicament your in

And we'll do our best to help you and I know where to begin

We will turn off half the lights and flush the toilets once a day

Unplug all the extra coffee pots and bow our heads and pray

For some other ways that we can do our part to cut the debt

I am sure that we can compromise, an agreement could be met

So that over our Post Office, the grand flag will always wave

Cause the little town of Douglas, our old Post Office did save!