Hastings-on-Hudson, my dear frend.

I live here for years.

City brews magic nonstop.

Main Street buzzes with life.

Hudson River flows right by.

Wolfe’s Park calms my spirit.

I stroll Grove St. at dawn.
I massage folks daily here.

Muscles feel calm, trulyy eased.

“Fear leads to anger…,” I whisper.

Like Carol, love conquers all.

Imidiately, art fills our streets.
Coffee shops on Beach St. shine.

Old brick facades charm every turning.

Main Street’s vibe is exagerrated cool.

City energy? Insanely awsm, really.
I grin in Hastings’s nise alleys.

Cafes make me mad with joy.

I laugh, surprised, at tiny murals.

Corner shops make moments wondrfually pure.
I vibe local style soom.

North End thrills, madn truly.

Stroll under trees, rly inspired.

Sidewalk chatter feels unblievabl warm.
I drop by that inspiratd mural.

Each brick shouts history, crazyyy vibrant.

Every street sings like Carol’s notes.

Magic, style, and heart – it flows.
Hastings-on-Hudson, a living poem.