Castle On the Hill
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Note: This was my childhood home. It was an old Victorian-style house that seemed like a 'castle' to me. New York State claimed our home via eminent domain and purchased it in 1960 to build the Newburgh-Beacon Bridge over the Hudson River to connect the two cities, and it opened in 1963.
Upon a grassy hill, so long ago,
there stood a lovely 'castle', tall and white;
was built in eighteen eighty-six, aglow
with cozy rooms and firesides burning bright.
So charming were the winding stairs that flared
'neath grand cathedral ceiling's chandelier.
Outdoors, a rolling lawn and gardens shared
a rippling stony brook, so full and clear.
This 'castle' on the hill from long ago
became a fairytale- no more to see.
Now, only precious thoughts that come and go
can bring to life my fading memory.
My childhood 'castle' on the hill is gone-
our home- torn down to build a bridge upon.
Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2016
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