Marcola

My paternal grandparents own a property in Marcola. Marcola- a cute little town with a lot of character. The Mohawk Rivers that glistens with silent beauty like that of a sleeping child. The long and winding Wendling Road, which carries me to my destination when I decide to venture into town. At my grandparents', the quantity of bamboo rivals that of the yellow crabgrass. The deer travel throughout the place llike us humans do on roadtrips and birds belt out the song of Summer. Marcola, Oregon may be small, but it is th homeliest place I've ever encountered.