Birds of St. Harrison - A Poem From The Traveler

St. Harrison

St. Harrison, such a bright little town
Everyone so kind
Like rabbits on a mound
It doesn't make sense, right?

I once passed by this bright little town
It was so peaceful and quiet to my surprise
A pure white it was, just like a nightgown
It doesn't make sense, right?

There was an orphanage in this bright little town
Such a fact surprised me because the children looked so happy
A poor orphanage it was, but the children lived like they had the jewels of a crown
It doesn't make sense, right?

This bright little town—
A fear grew in me because it seemed too bright for a town by London
And everyone seemed, no matter the generation, to be a hand-me-down
It doesn't make sense, right?

One, two, three, four, bright little town
Five, six, seven, eight, what a pity to be in such a place
Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, my sorrow makes me feel like a clown
It doesn't make sense, right?

It never made sense!
It really never
To my surprise it was such a letdown for a bright little town.