Chalet On My Mind
A wooden porch looks old like Grammy’s chair
That rocks us of fables, miming her voice;
While a neighbor spoofs wolf legends, beware!
Under the moonlight dim, sweet hours rejoice.
How evening’s ray now settles on the ground
While urban traffic booms, only to impose
On our chalet shading youth’s prints around;
A moment when life blossomed like a rose.
Enchanted House for Nayda Ivette Negron
and Brian's Select 8
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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