Small Towns Seldom Go Berserk
The subtle scent of lilacs rides the breeze.
Cascading flowers brighten in sun’s sheen.
On crisp cool nights there rarely is a freeze.
And autumn leaves seem always to be green.
As moonlight changes daylight’s atmosphere,
Big cats and fox roam through the forest fair.
The starlight sparkles bright when nights are clear,
While families inside say night-time prayers –
When daybreak falls, the children go to school.
The bus ride quickly drives through rural routes.
Adults, then, go to work; some people rule!
The pecking orders known since kids were sprouts.
If freedoms remain free, it’s no guesswork.
Small towns down south will never go berserk.
12/30/2016
Written for Silent One’s Contest: A Sonnet About Where You Live.
This poem is about Live Oak, Florida, U.S.A.
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