Risen from the ashes of a time gone by...
Out of the 1900's and brought back into the present,
recreation of a simple, peaceful time of moments past.
The grand entrance with its pebble stone drive ways,
flower trimmed with springs and the newest guest arrivals.
Long walking porches out of New Orleans line each floor,
Soft strolling decking, leading to the stairs down to the lush lawns of rolling greens below,
darting in and out from behind each other,
in the defilade of the landscape.
People walking the trails around the property,
Bocce ball, lawn darts, kids running with kites.
Fire pits lit are at night,
burning red oak
Chocolate Smore's dripping over the open fire
mixing into a smoke tinged aphrodisiac as blankets are drinks are passed around like camp fire stories.
Natural springs lead to the pools of clear water,
mist punctuates the air,
walking around this past, while here...Now....Present
What a gift it is...
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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