That Old House At the End of the Road
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PREMIERE CONTEST NO 145,ANY FORM OR NONE,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines
Contest Judged: 5/3/2018 2:03:00 AM
Sponsored by: Brian Strand | 
Awarded: 3rd Place
It stands on a hill overlooking the bay drenched in ocean spray
That cedar shake house where I used to live high above the Fundy bay
A well trodden path leads from its door on to a winding road
Flanked by ditches where Morning Glories and Sea Salt roses grow
That winding road comes to an end at the shore of ‘Evermore’
A magical place where seagulls soar above the ocean’s roar
Lavender walls rise high in the sky through a veil of silver mist
Where the ocean shatters and falls in pieces against those lofty cliffs
And those footprints I pressed so long ago still lead me to this day
To that old house high on a hill overlooking the Fundy Bay
It is a place where the land bows down to kiss the misty tide
Where rolling waves bring memories of the place my heart resides
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Copyright © Elaine George | Year Posted 2011
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