Picture perfect is my village
The private place I go for respite
Friendly passersby shake my hands
And ladies curtsy along their way.
A lovely park is home to the brook
A tiny footbridge crosses over it
A bright, white gazebo offers a seat
Where loved ones pass the time
Birds call and sing and flutter about
The businesses of the town down the hill
Markets for the farmers, a shop for the milliner,
Candies at the sweet shop, a blacksmith for ironworks,
A lumberyard, a printer, a feed store and a mill,
Everyone in keeping with harmony
Relaxation and goodwill for all.
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