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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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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