I ride by it most every day- the ghost
that once stood real upon that lovely hill,
with winding creek, a sprawling velvet lawn
and pillared, wrap-around, fine spindled-porch
with wide front doors that led inside my home.
My home, where memories still fill my heart
of special times with family, all there.
The older loved ones, now long gone, also,
my childhood...
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