Tiny Town

   Then tiny town sat perched upon a hill, rolling green grass in all directions.  To the north was a fine lake, good for fishing or boating.  There was a coal mine to the East, far off.  Encircling the entirety of the town was a wonderful train track, shining brand-new.  Who lived in this picturesque town?  No one, not a puppy, nor a mail-man; though there did happen to be a post office that boasted "Rain, snow or shine, we shall deliver!"on a gold plaque on the front door.  And although there was not a person in the town the grass on the surrounding hill was impeccably well kept, as if an ever vigilant grounds' keeper took the train in each evening to look after the grass.  Fore the train did run twice each evening, promptly at 6:00 pm and then again at 8:00pm.

  There was no groundskeeper taking the train each evening, but the town was loved.  Not from inside, but from outside.  A man took care of this town as if it were his own child; cleaning each structure with a fine brush, painting here and there, outfitting different cars for the train-track, quietly adding to the outskirts of town: buildings or trees or bits of grass.  He was the one who ran the train twice daily, oh how proud he was when the train rain, chugging through the minuscule landscape.