The Nifty Town 2

I walked pass the neighborhood restaurants and saw Americans browsing on their laptops and having their Saturday evening meals Some were having a serious chat over dinner I could see angry faces filled with disappointments and resentments There is something special about me I enjoy the city and also relish the country I like to be in busy places where people are not laid back But a little town like this where everyone is peeping around Is not the place where you would find me hanging around I rather be in the deep rural country with a big farm and listen to water gushing from the depths of the river I like to be around trees to listen to the rumbling wind and watch the birds swaying and singing in the breeze I would like a strong internet connection and to surrounded myself with farm animals A little shop in area that is all that matters The place I would like to be is not densely populated I cherish my freedom and I like to move freely around when I take a trip outside of the busy town I thought deeply about these things as I walk around Vienna town I stumbled upon the town Library situated in the corner and walked across the street to look at the war memorial heart beat I looked closely at the three flags mounted on top of the memorial and the images of dead men and women marching in the underworld I placed my cup on-top of the concrete and walked around the circle Beady lights wrapped tightly around the naked trees With little energy left inside and no compulsion to shine They stood solemnly in the park with leafless branches sticking silently in the air looking at me in a somber mood reminiscing the bloody battle and protecting the holy couple I have frequently heard that a dead man tells no tale But the older I become I learn that phrase is not true Dead men and woman spirits are still alive and they wander up and down the streets in broad daylight so be careful of what you are hanging on the sides They can sense you, they can feel you and they communicate with you While I was standing there two young lad gallivanting up and down the road on their bicycles shouted from the comer of the street saying these words that hit at the center of my heart beat "she is everywhere"they did not say it maliciously but with some essence of dignity and curiosity I left that place and returned home and watched the traffic moving up and down in the small knitted town There wasn't any thing exciting to see around except for darkness and gloominess around the poorly lit streets and the fading energy exposed the struggling business industry Even if those business comes alive there is no one to shop or bring the town alive if people pockets are empty and they have no money I kept searching for something happy but still could not find anything Until I ponced upon a sign that said "Pleasant Street" I didn't dear to go there because I didn't know what was happening there so I made my way and hurry back home as darkness thunders down The street lights were not turned on so I stumbled through the dark and made my way from Vienna back to Oakton town There was nothing to confuse me or nothing to amuse me But just as I crossed back into Oakton I saw a big light reflecting on the hill The Christmas tree depot had a big pot with blazing fire I crossed over to look at the blazing pot lighting up the dark I stumbled upon a Lutheran church then crossed back to the other side of the road, a woman in a car carrying two Christmas trees on top came out of no where and made a u turn in front of me and drove quickly up the street, then suddenly "Snow Flakes" come ringing out a name that is popular in a distant town I thought about it on my way back as I hurried along the track I crossed back to the left side of the street and as I was about to approach the house a white man dressed in black stood in the corner of the street hiding his face and texting on his phone in the dark He had a familiar brown and white dog I stood in-front of the dog until he pulled it way and allowed me to go my way I went back to my basement and start writing this poem Everything was nifty as can be in the nifty town.