Pretty Town

I would only know this

by walking down its 

streets and roads

rounding with the curvy ones

see where they'll take me.

Porches are decorated

still with summer colors

and there's the soft sway 

of our red, white, and blue.

Vastly present is all the green

purposefully verdant 

and proud of it.

I walked two or three miles

and no matter how pretty

the siding or brick was,

how unique in color 

the doors appeared,

or the unusual geometric

shapes of what seemed a

menagerie of windows,

it was what's inside 

the houses. It's the homes. 

The people, their families, 

their relationships.

It's a pleasant normalcy 

like returning to Green Acres

I remember from from 

20 years ago.

I could have kept walking

viewing this pretty town 

but after passing 

a man snipping peaches

from his front yard tree,

white hair blowing 

in the late summer breeze,

turning and smiling

as I walked by;

this was enough for me.