Streets

If I were a street where would I go?

I know I would not be paved,
I should not like the trappings,
And the façade.

Perhaps cobble stones,
To echo the tapping of horses
Going by with majestic carriages.

Or soft sand and white pebbles
Leading to a beach where children play,
And ladies sit under umbrellas.

And I would lead to happy places
Away from the rush and bustle
That many call life.

I would run along a babbling brook.
And hear all the secrets of where it’s been.
But content with where I was.