Poem by London N.

There is a place where the paved roads end

Before the rain comes to ruin our day

There are children always laughing

And there are boat waves always crashing

And there are karaoke songs being sung

Till there is no air in our lungs

Let us leave the housework, the sound

And the busy cities in the background

Past the houses and the buildings

We shall have cookouts every evening

And watch fireworks in the dark night sky

To celebrate the Fourth of July

Yes, we'll gather around the fire

And we'll stay there till we tire

For our best memories are made there

The place where the paved roads end