END OF THE ROAD There was a place that I grew up, it wasn’t - TopicsExpress



          

END OF THE ROAD There was a place that I grew up, it wasn’t far from home. The cars were far and few between, instead the deer’s did roam. Our house was placed upon the earth so tenderly and neat. Just our house left standing, where all the ends did meet. It wasn’t a rambling giant house, but small and low and pink. And water traveled everywhere; the best that one could drink. Our house so settled near the end of rock and gravel pea, To see the world come standing still, while gently coaxing me. I’d run to window door and still, there’s someone lost this day. They wouldn’t come this close alone, with life so far away. And turn they must, and leave they will there’s nothing left to see, Except the deer and one small house, of course there’s always me.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 14:06:14 +0000

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