Poets' Practice Pad

This is a very rough draft based on "My Little Town". I apologize in advance for the cheese factor, and I assure you that not all my work is this sappy. This poem just went that way for some reason.

In my little town
there's a grassy knoll
that's seen a lot of frisbees
and touch-football games
but no dead presidents
as far as I know.

In my little town
children play
in yards and streets
far from danger
yet near to my heart.

In my little town
we've never felt the need
for a vice squad
and murders are distant rumors.

In my little town
I buy lemonade on street corners
And order cookies from my porch

In my little town
we know our neighbors
and Rockwell's vision
Is a reality.