My Home Town (Alike All Others, Yet Very unique)

My Home Town …

Peaceful square
Peaceful place

Gazing about the edges of my home town, there is just so much to witness

Upon their sundry passages through time, residents and non take up their

respective paths throughout one spring’s day


One corner provides many such paths, bringing walkers and runners into

connection with those who savor their own visages in glass

Among those who move along roadways into time, those who but sit

alone pondering their own thoughts are scattered among freshly mowed

grasses and newly popped buds


As morning rays of newly born sun arise, patterning shadows crest

beyond a multitude of brick created buildings, awaking morning’s birds to

yawn and flutter inside bluest barren skies


Past where roadway lines break passage into two, one lithe young lady

awaits her pup to pee, then continuing her morning jog  just to be summarily

jerked to a halt by her once again inquisitive pup


When noontime rays progress into daylight time, resting persons prepare

to devour lunching fare within cornered bistro or upon recently quaffed lawns

Moaning rays of sun’s bequeath yawn at latter day’s timing, bringing full touches

of heat and light inside the edges of my home town


Through unhindered town square, one multitude of residents surges taking their leave

of life, while others prepare for the weekly farmer’s market. A multitude of vendors prepare

their houses of sale, while clients shoot just within calling vein to possibly

purchase said wares

Interaction is quick, while preconceived, in quicksand passing of monies and

particles. as all provide sweet enjoyment of passing the time of day


Waning day brings yawning shadows, forming interaction of light and dark,

inclining that denying of activity, while activating another suite of repast

As tents are folded, purveyors abscond taking with them those who have

purchased with great glee in their steps


Awaiting for “possibly for ever,” patrons of music provided quietly assemble their

chairs for sweet hours of involved quiet. Man created lights provide this latest scene

with empowered quietly pursued ambiance, as all else in sight having gone to bed

Donald Loudon

Donald Loudon

I have been writing since 1967, basically as an emotional release, but in the last few years I have become interested in creation of forms as well as being socially accepted by my peers. So, here I am. Relate to me, please!

10 thoughts on “My Home Town (Alike All Others, Yet Very unique)

  • May 25, 2018 at 2:03 PM

    Theres always those little things that make home feel so unique and you have described them very well. Nice work my friend

  • May 25, 2018 at 2:14 PM

    Just what I have observed, sometimes on a continuing basis, making “My Home Town,” mine. Thank you, Paul, for the gift of a most valuable commodity – your time. Also, thank you for your comment, my friend!

  • May 25, 2018 at 5:55 PM

    I have often joked that the town I live in is so small there are maybe 150 people in all, counting the graveyard. I don’t know why, but a small group of elderly ladies have taken a liking to me when we moved here. So, every Friday, I try to make something special for them to take to our weekly coffee hour. Reading your words brought that to mind. I wouldn’t change those moments for the world. Thanks for sharing!

    • May 26, 2018 at 4:05 AM

      Tammy, you have made my early morning with your wonderful comments. Thank you for the gift of your most precious commodity, your time!

    • May 26, 2018 at 4:07 AM

      Tony, from one who I respect so much, your words mean so much to me. Thank you for gifting me your precious commodity of your time this morning!

  • May 25, 2018 at 10:49 PM

    A lovely day described so nicely. Well done, Donald. I have some catching up to do on commenting. I have been in the process of moving to a new home and still have a lot to unpack and settle in. I enjoyed reading about your home town.

  • May 26, 2018 at 4:10 AM

    Phyllis, you honor me with your gift of time this morning, while still in the middle of the melee which can be called moving. Enjoy, and thank you again!

  • May 28, 2018 at 12:10 AM

    Our hometowns always fill a special place in our hearts don’t they Donald. You described yours very well. Good job.

  • May 28, 2018 at 5:33 AM

    John, thank you very much for your visit and comment. Hometowns are always special for sure.
    Thank you for your gift of that very special commodity, your time!


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