A TOWN LIKE THIS.

This town is like time's stood still,

Even the trees look as if they're

having a better deal,

The sleepy atmosphere, you'd

assume, would make the folks

appear relaxed,

But no, they seem injected with

clandestine boosts of adrenalin...

as a matter of fact,

The young kids walk fearless,

proud and bold,

Shopkeeper's high esteem courts 

a pleasant air, is a sight to behold,

I'd say it's all positive on the surface 

Anyway,

It shows a quality of behaviour they 

seem to live by throughout each day,

But a birds eye view can lead to a 

false impression,

Endearments in dialect and some

different character traits often 

influences subjective observation,

And when arriving on the scene,

To a picturesque sight breathing

hues of pastures green...

tapping the senses, ringing the bells 

of beauty,

Not asking for gasps or praise 

but giving a plateau for ones serenity 

to be,

As the earth-lines hum in silence like 

a secret serpent sliding beneath 

the undergrowth pulsating, roaming 

free,

It's a welcome relief, visiting a town

like this,

That regains ones vigour, fuelling

purpose, replacing drained energy

with an invisible current of vitality  

that had for a while, gone sadly amiss,