Ode To An Acre of Land and the Building That Stands There

Tall and pure oasis So much has changed You remain constant and lovely Gentle, morning green grass Breaks like waves, laps at the shores Of white, gray, and yellow stones Towering above me, silent and sure Chiseled marble, granite spires, oak Wrought iron, your scent is old A familiar volume I keep close to me The reflections in your pools Still glass, not a leaf disturbs Irises cling to your walls The distance beyond you sways Spreading lazily into shade trees Sun-tinted pastures and weathered fences I walk with reverence, still, after so long Your ground is my sanctuary It houses my past I am a child forever in front of you