My Rumgully Home

My Roots run deep in that Rum Gully soil. the structures that exist are my home and the corn house, still dwarfed under moss-laden oak trees. The paths that I walked have disappeared and I can't find Beetle's grave. I am frequently seen sitting on the back steps, looking out on Cow Pens Branch. Familiar sights and sounds invade my soul as I go back in yesterday. In the distance, I see a little girl with blond hair and blue eyes running toward me. She is coming home and life is good. (copied from my biography)