Savannah Walks From the Train
Savannah was from a small town. She had never been to the city.
Country boys were respectful, polite, they waited their turn.
These city boys fancied themselves men.
They were rude, staring in unexpected irritating ways.
Some followed her, saying weird things.
Savannah wished her aunt had picked her up at the train station.
She had the address, but was not sure how much further she would have to walk.
“Love the hat!” “Like to see more hair!” “Come, let me show you…..”
She hurried along, holding her aunt’s bouquet a bit tighter.
A street vendor chased the ruffians off.
“Don’t worry,” he said, “They will not be back.”
“How much further do I have to go?” Savannah asked, showing him the paper.
He told her she was going the wrong direction, and pointed toward the thugs.
“I will have my son, Orlando walk you,” He said.
Orlando was respectful, polite, and waited his turn.
He was tall and handsome, and made the walk enjoyable.
Savannah relaxed, realizing that all city boys were not thugs.
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