Everyday I walk through my town,

seeing the sights,

but I never truly look around,

Until I see the tourists' delight. 

 

They look up at the mountains standing above,

they snap photo after photo of the small town,

At this high altitude they have learned to love,

it it like they never wish to come down.

 

Winter and summer with gaps in between,

they flock to my town, and join in the festivities

wheather it be the ski mountain snow, looking so white and clean,

or the colorful banners of every festival, as the people swarm the town like bees.

 

it is easy to forget the beauty of this town, 

When you see it every day,

You forget that is is like a jewel on a crown,

Above the rest of the word's decay.

 

when the tourists are in town,

It makes you stop and look around.

 

When you look around this beautiful mountain town,

It makes you never want to leave climb down.