Perfume from the gardens
Waft around the passerby,,
Green grass just like a carpet
With edges trimmed so neat,
Make for joyous moments
As I walk down Turnberry Street.
Gardeners from the houses
Stop to say hello. Friendly
Chats are commonplace
As down the street I go.
No hurry, so I wander on,
No speeding cars go by,
Friendly waves from local drivers
To an unknown such as I;
Who melds these placid moments
With the sound of walking feet.
About a small town's main street
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This was wonderful. You live in a lovely quiet town where there is no rush, no hurry, and everyone is relaxed. Kind of reminds me of years ago when we use to be able to leave our dooors open all day and night. It was so peaceful back then. Your write is a wonderful little journey for me. I hope one day JJ and I can return to that peaceful life away from the bustle of the city. Thank s for the beautiful read.
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Thank for a great comment. This poem was written about a small country town where the main street is not a main road. It was a beautiful place.
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Nice very relaxing poem Bob I thoroughly enjoyed it
I live in a large town where" speeding cars go by" all the time. Nice Write Happy trails JUDMC (George) -
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I live on a farm about 25km from the nearest town. The poem could describe the main street in that town. Rural areas have a much slower pace of life than big towns. Thank you for your comments. I hope to live the rest of my life at the relaxed pace. Cheers, Bob.
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Beautiful ....... how I long for a place like this....with beautiful greenery and beautiful people to match.......bygone era I think.........lovely poem mate.......peace
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Poppa, this one is pure imagination. The only place I know that is something like that is a little town called Binnaway. Lis and I are accepted as locals although we only go there about once a week. Thanks mate, for the great comment. I appreciate it.
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