This highway is for celebration--
For those who see with inner eyes,
For those who laugh with inner voices:
Those who dance with jubiliation!

For the humans: those who care
Those whose life is more than living
Those whose walk is more than walking:
Pedestrians beware:

There amidst the evergreens a sign
Warning wanderers to go some other way.
"This road is not for those who will not stay--
Thoroughfare was never the design!
This is a place of quietness and rest,
A place for sleeping, and for hearts grown cold,
For rigid thoughts endoctrined in some mold;
Who enters here must seek the static as the best!"

O would this empty street be filled again!
O would these bones could live and dance again
As bodies, minds, and souls, set forth somewhere!
O you who see this sign, pray it may go--
And all it represents; and later, lo
This path can be the broadest thoroughfare.

This is a clean, safe town.
No one can just come round
With ribbons and bright thread
Or new books to be read.
This is an established place.
We have accepted patterns in lace,
And ban itinerant vendors of new forms and whirls,
All things that turn the heads of girls.
We are not narrow, but we live with care.
Gypsies, hawkers and minstrels are right for a fair.
But transient peddlers, nuisances, we say
From Green River must be kept away.
Traveling preachers, actors with a play,
Can pass through, but may not stay.
Phoenicians, Jews, men of Venice--
Know that this is the home of Kiwanis.
All you who have been round the world to find
Beauty in small things: read our sign
And move on.