The Small Town of Hanover
A soft breeze blows through the trees
Leaves fall onto the road with elegant ease
Plump and gobbling turkeys scramble across the black top
As car waits patiently at a complete stop
One, two, and then ten more cross over
This is a common occurrence in the town of Hanover
A town so small that it can’t be found on a map
Unless you have a magnifying glass the size of a bear trap
In a town so small, everyone knows each other
We’re all so close, you would think we are sisters or brothers
Outside your window a deer wanders by
Chewing on your shrubbery with a watchful eye
Everyone knows when it is time to plant the fields
As the air reeks of manure, to which nobody is appealed
A swarm of birds headed south for the winter
Turning the sky black, like a jammed inkjet printer
Wildflowers grow everywhere you look
It’s so magical, like it’s from a fairy tale book
Everyone groans and everyone grumbles
When they get stuck behind a tractor that makes a loud rumble
We get more days off from extreme cold
That a call from the school never gets old
Rabbits, woodchucks, and raccoons galore
The streets always have some roadkill gore
To go shopping you have to hop in the car
And drive about thirty minutes, which is pretty far
So the next time you think of a new destination
Remember this poem, full of persuasion
Look for the small town of Hanover to visit
I promise you, it is just simply exquisite