A Memory Or Dream
Long ago,in a memory,
or maybe a distant dream;
she sees the little town,
in her thoughts, as it always seems.
She may have been here once,
but for certain, she cannot recall.
She sees this place in late summer,
just before the coming fall.
A musical carousel is in the square;
the small shops echo of the past.
In the distance there is a shoreline,
with a view of the horizon that everlasts.
The local children are playing barefoot;
some at tag and on the ride.
Boys with poles and fish returning,
from an afternoon that the shoreside.
The church bells here are ringing;
scents of evening meals are in the air.
Neighbors call out to one another,
here where folks reside without a care.
This place lacks the constant hurry
that so many face today.
It seems a quiet, simple life,
in a most comforting kind of way.