Small, secluded, friendly
streets marked with names of famous figures,
stoplights a constant, solid yellow.
the smell, a freshness tang of the country that
has been glued to the outer rim of society,
without corruption, plastic, lies.
downtown, a single road,
filled with local shops, each selling their own brand of simple comfort.
Cars pass by, but mostly travelers passing through to the big city.
stopping only for gas and a bite to eat.
The people are the best part,
happy, loyal, simple, yet complex in their own way.
smiling, and inclusive. they just want everyone to be as happy as them.
a selfless community.
hosting fairs and fundraisers for local concerns
where everyone contributes.
Pies, cakes, performances are all shared for the good of their society.
A place where friends become companions
Love, a joy that includes.
where they can fully enjoy every benefit of it.
Long walks through the forest,
studying each leaf and rock with interest and intrigue.
Date night at the movie theater where one employee is
the manager, cashier and drink dispenser all in one.
Family gatherings in sunlit fields where meals and stories are compared.
Long talks laying under an endless stream of starlight,
while mom and dad are asleep.
discussing life goals and dreams about the future in soft coo’s
like morning doves in the heather.
A Small Town, a place.
never alone, never left out, where love can grow.
Truly a place to marvel.