Little village.........

               There is a little village,
               nestled snugly in a bubble.
          No window grates or door locks,
                never any sign of trouble.

          Majestic mountains face the east,
             a tranquil lake sits to the west,
              In between are tall pine trees,
                all looking their very best.

                  A double decker village,
       complete with homes, parks and shops.
                    If you look real close,
          you will see, birds in those tree tops.

          A magical place of dreams gone by,
            of a life style that exists no more.
        Men tip their hats, ladies give a smile,
      children play endlessly by the lake shore.

               Some standing on a platform,
             with umbrellas, bags and canes.
         No need, they are in a very safe place,
           Always sunny, it never, ever, rains.

            A tiny train equipped with smoke,
           is traveling click clack, click clack.
         It goes up and down and all around,
           but always, it keeps coming back.

                  This placid little village,
              rests on a table comfortably.
         Reminding me of a time and place,
                   Savored in my memory.

Written by:
Karen Palumbo
Photograph by:
Robert Palumbo
3/28/2007
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