He sat glaring, in silence as he noted
Nothing had changed here, as life unfolded
This whimsical sleepy town was as before
From coffee shop to quaint old bookstore
He’d longed to leave the sleepy hollow
Never in his father’s footsteps to follow
Although his father with pride decreed
He’d find a place here, he would succeed
In seeing it for the potential it had
Encouraging him to use it as a launch pad
For the latest novel he’d written
He’d left it all behind he didn’t fit in
Yet in the depths of his soul
Intrigue he couldn’t quite control
For she caught his eye, red hair whipping
About a face that was beautiful, interesting
Laughing and smiling her joy for all to see
Arms outstretched to a child on bended knee
Perhaps he’d stay awhile and discover
If this town really had something to offer