There is a gentle village near the river.
It flowers with beautiful people.
It fills with color under the summer sky.
The town is a beautiful garden.
The river flows from distant mountains.
Its cool clear waters teem with life.
The fishermen are waiting patiently.
Theirs is an honored vocation.
On a lazy evening, they start a song of joy.
Summer will blend into autumn soon.
The people unite in their hope today.
The coming harvest will succeed this year.
Is this utopian place a myth?
The village may be the dream of the aged.
The vision of a happy town is drawing me near.
Faith might reward an honest search.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Poems: Hope and Love
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© 2013 W. Wayne B.