November 13th 2017 - Part 2

with Huzzah, but stood mute in proximity when ye didst call in kitchen of century old stone mansion built and hall ways echo wing the absence sans pall in droning sounds of silence, a squall vacuumed a key per, a gal fairly tall whose son now reflects how many a wall he figuratively erected shuttered from y'all that home razed, yet memory of complex edifice still intact, averse to let eyes sweep, the home I miss analogous to house at Pooh’s Corner viz shared with a younger and older loving sis both edging into their twilight zoned time on earth re: the outer limits of expected longevity, yet stoking the coals essence of each their respective hearth 324 Level Road Collegeville above recaptured with recollections of merriment and mirth oft occasions this sol heir withholding telling worth thee ness, and must therefore purge such grief considerably less than when pages of me life seemed like a shuffled sheaf or soon after yar demise, a sense of drowning without recourse to being rescued, nor near enough to grasp hold of any reef that home stead, blessedly played important role constituent key residence like quasar pole sated light years removed from civilization, when goal acquisition February 28th 1968 won land slide cole essence tract of idyllic radiance upon open space already slated tubby outfitted, transformed for race sing urbanity asper mobile Americans at a pace greater than mother nature shows amazing grace as commercialization takes charge and doth efface, the once bucolic, ecologic, and idyllic forces this sentimental sir to latch upon steady brace bemoaning and tempted to take ace