Beaverton

Lush beautiful greens
Through the grass and trees,
Rain that falls hits the ground,
And instant mud appears,
Through the in between
That can be metro city
And rolling countryside
Beauty can be found
Through seeing horses,
Listening to peacocks,
Watching the squirrels run
Through the trees,
Through the grass,
Listening to birds sing,
Hearing the traffic here and there,
This is all part of the city
The city that I love,
It might not be big named
Or well known,
But people are friendly,
There is great kindness,
And courtesy,
And its home,
Where the people I know
And love can be found,
And I cannot think of anywhere
That is better
Than this city,
The city of Beaverton.