Small Town Girl

Farewell to this small town i call home. The beauty of the dogwood trees in bloom i will miss. Watching soft petals fall like snow flakes, like winter has arrived in a town that has never seen the grounds white before. The soft sand between my toes and the beach houses lining the dunes without being to bold to take from the picture perfect virgin beach; i will trade this for the sounds of trains and buses.My mind can not grasp not hearing the wind blowing the leaves from the trees in fall, i will trade that for the drummming beat of feet on the side walks of a downtown city. After driving the same four roads of a town that is populated by service men that come and go as does the seasons, i am trading the constant moving neighbors and roommates in hopes of watching the little girl next door grow old and clebrate each birthday with same family and friends as the year before. I am letting go of this town to wake each morning and gaze through the window and see the same sweet old man wave as he passes at exactly seven fifteen each morning on the way to work i assume. Every wave brings the comfort of familiarity, one gaurenteed smile and silent friend made.