Free Cee a Town Called Gentle

A TOWN CALLED “GENTLE” a soft still stream hides behind a small hill in my hometown it's near where the highway ends and where flowers bloom all year long in a town of three thousand there's a crooked road which leads to town hall where people trade witticisms children laugh and it echoes through the hills and the scenery always soothes a gazebo sits, painted pink and white in the center of a town of three thousand oftentimes two lovers sits huddled in the gazebo talking of the future, babies and love lovers smile, in cherished gratitude for meeting each other and lips meet in a warm and wondrous way the trees are all at least three hundred years old or so i've been told right in the center of a town of three thousand cool breezes in the summer are tranquil and easy while tulips stand tall, proud and erect roses grow redder then anywhere else on earth and gardens are abundant with beauty and buds I wouldn't live anywhere else but here in my hometown a gentle town that God's finger anointed and appointed it the most wondrous town to live in where there is no sin but there is sadness because my lover left and said it was over and done so now the town of three thousand is minus one © 2012.....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~