Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
Found Poem in a Picture Book by Meredith
A Little Town
It looked like any other hill,
But it was a special place.
It had always been there and
Had belonged to others long before.
Soon the town began to grow,
Traced in lines of stone.
In the winter no one visited it.
It didn’t matter.
The town was always waiting.
The town was always there.