The Stone House
Oh how you beckoned
My heart to your door,
Among the maple leaves
And hydrangea trees
Or was it the shine
upon your floors?
Yet deep into, the blackened night
Slaves once ran, to save their lives,
relieving their pain
and get some rest,
A railroad stop
To catch their breath.
Your steadfast spirit
Of sadder days,
when people stayed
for Freedom's sake,
Yet today, I find your gracious past,
An honorable place for those to rest.
And I a lowly traveler too,
Will find such comfort
From a different view ...
And sit among the maple trees
Or smell a hydrangea
And feel the breeze.
Then I'll pray a bit
before I leave
and thank the Lord
for every Being
That hung a light for those to see
Among the maple leaves
And hydrangea trees.
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2022
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