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I pass it every day, a small brick house,
that's shaded by a maple tree in spring;
and underneath, the worn-out bench still sits-
awaiting to be used, as in the past.

The sale sign pains my heart as I pass by.
Oh, how she loved to tend her flowers there,
in her small garden near the lattice fence-
then sit upon the bench to rest awhile.

Three houses down the lane away from her-
when we moved in, she welcomed us to join
the neighborhood- so many years ago;
the eldest on our street- we cherished her.

The small brick house is vacant- four months, now.
How sad- her flowers will need tending to,
for spring has just begun, and she had passed
at Christmas time- so unexpected then.

Oh lady down the lane, we'll miss your smile
and those dear waves you shared as we rode by;
your time spent tending the backyard to keep
us- and your flowers- smiling back at you.


March 23, 2020

~1st Place~
Contest: Strand Pick 4
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Judged: 04/09/2020

~7th Place~
Contest: Lady Down The Lane
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Judged: 03/29/2020

Written in presence tense- reflecting
on her passing many years ago at 
Christmas time.

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