Happiness soars like
The wind blows the
Hair of people. Flags
Flap vigorously in
The town square
For all to look at
While holding on
To their hats. They
Are happy.
Tag: suburb
Rivers
Many towns started on a
River. As the town grew
It became a city which is
Where many of us live.
I don’t know what it is,
But the river holds an
Attraction for us that
Draws us to its banks
And be hypnotized
By its waves.
Wordman of Alcatraz 