Heaven is a town
Where people sit
And talk about the way
Hot chocolate
Feels on an arctic day
Heaven is a town
Where people stop
To pick up
The change someone
Dropped in the grocery store
Heaven is a town with lots of
Flowers in hanging metal baskets
And fall festivals with funnel cake
Heaven is a town
Where things move a little slower
And people act a little nicer
But their children still laugh at
The thought of a summer rainstorm
Heaven is a town
Where porch swings still exist
And kids prowl the streets
Seeking hideaways in tree houses
Heaven is a town
Where your neighbors
Actually know you
And come over on Fridays
To visit and celebrate the weekend
Heaven is a town
Where things stay the same
Every year
Frozen completely in life’s
Bliss.
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