He was from New York City and wasn't use to so many friendly faces.
And being able to find readily available parking places.
He had made his way to a small town.
Where there were more smiles than frowns.
Where the air was so fresh and clean.
And people were more friendly than mean.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope he decided to stay for awhile! A great little poem, and quite refreshing!