Small, Quaint Town Poem by Marie WardAlonge

In a small, quaint town is where I found my friend.

In a small, quaint town is where I had fun with my friend.

In a small, quaint town is where I shared laughter and mischief with my friend.

In a small, quaint town is where I left and regrettably, I didn't say goodbye to my friend.

In a small, quaint town is where, years later, I last visited and spoke with my friend.

In a small, quaint town is where I heard the sad news that I had lost my friend.

In a small, quaint town is where, today, they buried my friend.

In this small, quaint town, Doris will be missed by many.

In this small, quaint town, may her golden radiance continue to shine and enhance plenty.

In this small, quaint town, I have some wonderful memories, but I shall think often of my golden friend.

Away from this small, quaint town, I, now, say goodbye to my fallen friend.

'Goodbye Doris. I thank you for being my friend in this small, quaint town.'

May God watch over you and this small, quaint town.