Image Credit: Lauren DeSantis
A Lady walks along these grounds
Where her grand house once stood.
Her hand grazes
The stone foundations;
She walks beneath a stone archway
And grasps the red barred doors.
Swallows flit above her;
She watches with ghostly eyes.
Another turn past
The redwood tree,
And then past the autograph tree,
Where iron protects the bark.
But she remained undeterred,
And traced the initials of those
Long gone.
The lady finds
The path to the lake;
And finds
A gentleman sitting
On a large rock
Watching the swans glide
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“You’ve returned?” asks she.
The young poet turns.
“So I have,”
Replies he.
They sit and watch
A new generation arrive.
He offers
The Lady a seat;
She accepts it and listens.
A swallow flits
Across the lake;
Another whistles
A song they once heard.
“You’ve inspired many.”
“As have you,” answers he.
“And they will inspire others.”
“Just as it should be.”
This was written by our contributing writer, Lauren DeSantis.
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