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The Mystery Town - a True Story

I’ve always loved the challenge of traveling long-forgotten byways Just dirt paths connecting towns that masquerade as washboard highways With stone walls crumbling, homes shuttered closed, now seemingly abandoned The hopelessness of poverty oft times seemed very cruel and random One day while driving in Vermont from Rawsonville to South Peru I had a strange experience I’d really like to share with you While driving through a woods so dense that one could hardly even see As if a curtain had been drawn, the woods opened up in front of me A clearing small within the woods concealed a town as plain as day One paved road, a church, some homes, a secret place some folks may say No souls in sight, no one around, not one living thing to see Though lawns were trimmed, the homes were neat, it was as perfect as could be As quickly as the town appeared, it was a town, of that I’m certain I found myself back in the woods, as if behind me someone had closed a curtain Arriving home and thinking back, were things the way they really seemed Was the hidden town even there or was it something that I had dreamed? Although it wasn’t on the map and I could not recall my wayward track Try as I might to retrace my route and explore Vermont’s remote outback I never did find my long lost place, no matter how hard I looked around So somewhere in backwoods old Vermont there still exists a mystery town. Or does it?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020




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