t was a small town, the type of place
Where everyone knew every face.
Where porch lights glowed like fireflies’ eyes,
And gossip drifted in lullaby skies.
The grocer knew your mother’s name,
The postman knew just why you came.
At dusk, the kids would chase the breeze,
While elders rocked with quiet ease.
The diner hummed a steady tune,
Eggs at dawn and pie at noon.
Laughter lived in coffee steam...
