The best of neighbors stop to say hello,
And scatter cheer before they make their way;
Their warmth can lift a heart that settles low,
Yet never will they overstay their day.
True kindness near the fence is rare to find,
A treasure that we ought to hold and prize;
For some will crowd the yard and cross the mind,
While gentle spirits bless our quiet skies.
They lend a hand to keep the grasses mowed,
Or watch the darkened porch while you are gone;
They bring a dish of supper down the road,
And ask for nothing when the deed is done.
So be the neighbor that you hope to meet,
And speak a gentle welcome down the street.
