SMALL TOWN

There must be a small town somewhere

Just waiting for me to put down roots—

With one main street, one small park,

Trees growing along side of every house,

Old-fashioned trellises with trailing roses,

White picket fences, a dandelion or two,

Nearby farms to hug the town,

And sunlight that is just right.

Neighbors chat across back fences

As their children romp, playing games.

There may even be a hummingbird.

I could host a backyard neighbors’ feast

And perhaps, join them in a short hike

Through the nearby forested hills.

Sure hope to find that small town soon.

Stranger, can you help me find my town?