Town

It was a Friday night

I came to the town.

It was a little town,

Only one traffic light.

There were few factories

In that small ancient town.

Just a little town.

Around the little town

Were tree-darkened hills.

Oh, not very high hills

Where the woodland looked down.

The late sky was darkly blue

High over the town and hills,

Above those not high hills,

Which the valley bound.

Ah, but I went through fast

The streets of that town.

I left the little town.

I saw it fleeting past.

It came upon me later

Of the peace I never found

When I left that town.