The house sits mid the greenery,
Protecting from the heat.
A garden growing in the yard,
Fresh veggies soon to eat.

Thie sleepy little town is just,
A wide spot in the street.
Five hundred souls or maybe less,
Dwell in this quiet retreat.

Indian Creek across the road,
Runs pure and clear and sweet,
And flows on through the valley floor,
Elk River for to meet.

The bluffs so high and beautiful,
Climb up the valley walls.
Carved out over centruies as,
The river floods and falls.

There's caves just right for crawling through,
And forests deep and tall.
The people here are friendly too,
They'll smile and wave at y'all.

I came here to escape the life,
That had me in its thrall.
But now I've found I love this place,
May never leave at all.