Small Town
Small town,
Big lawns,
Deep breaths,
You can lose yourself in a field of wildflowers,
The woods beckon behind,
They whisper every day,
There is a brook just beyond the rise,
Come look,
Come take a look,
Wistful and wondrous,
A fawn at the brook,
A sleepy owl hidden above,
And, a red fox frolicking in the distance,
I imagine he’s found a mouse in the leaves,
Nature’s dance,
Life and death,
And, I am here,
Deep breaths,
Big lawns,
Small town.
Peter Lowell Paulson
May 7, 2014
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