The environment and the scent of it.
That is all this is!
And the smiles entertained by tourists.
As they compare their sights on scenes...
That have been brushed and colorized.
While winos described as connoiseurs...
Have been listed on their maps,
As being more than able
To recommend the perfect Chardonay.
An over zealous marketing ploy...
Has described this village landed upon,
During this mystery excursion...
As a vacation destination!
And those who misunderstood this trip,
Have been told all East coast ghettos...
Secretly harbor fountains of youth!
And they clamor to get next to the natives!
Treating with twists of licorice and camera poses.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem