Times were much more simple back then. Natural beauty oozed in every direction looked.
Walking down the sidewalks under the shade of the massively beautiful elms, slightly swaying in a summer's breeze above your head, providing shade on a hot day. The trees would line both sides of the road for as far as the eye could see. The fresh smell of the bakery would come from one direction, while the smell of fresh seafood being pulled out of the water in the other. The noise one would hear; people chatting, birds flying from tree to tree, and the melodic beats of the horses clopping down the cobblestone roads. Times seamed more beautiful then, more peaceful.
Warren is quite different 100 years later. The once beautiful elm trees have been replaced by slim brown electrical poles strewn with black sagging wires in every direction imaginable. As cars, buses, and trucks line the streets through all hours of the day, all that could be smelled is exhaust and rubber. Instead of the horses marching down the road, one is greeted with the sound of people yelling and horns being blown, and birds are seldom heard.
A once majestic waterfront has now been replaced with an ugly concrete jungle. It's fun to romantise about what the town of Warren was a one time. There is something about the simple beauty that Warren once was.
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