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Ah! What's this that comes 'round the bend,
To view my sights
and glory?
Dear folks who'll
soon become new friends
With whom I'll share my story.
Don't look away to
hide a tear
Or blink your eyes
in sadness...
Come look and feel
-- yes do come near
And share with me my
gladness!
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A half a million sunsets gone
And seasons of every hue.
Still every
day I seek the dawn
And bathe in each morning's dew.
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Don't let my old grey clapboards fool
Nor
my pump's rusty handles...
I've heard the songs come home from school
And sung by nighttime candles.
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Lovers
have loved up in my lofts
And calves born in my stables.
Young boys practiced tying knots
As girls were setting tables. |
My dear new
friends -- no droopy frowns!
Celebrate all that you see!
I consider all this my crown...
For this I was meant to be.
Enjoy what you see...I sure will,
For still it is what I do.
Seeing you share a poignant thrill
Begins a mem'ry in you!
This poem was
written by a friend after having seen the pictures on this site.
~ Thanks, Friend! ~
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