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November 12, 2005
Distant, yet memorable
Leaves, colorful and dry...crunchy
piled high for jumping into
laughing, singing, fun.
A white barn, old and so big
beams that climbed to the rafters
horses needing to be fed, watered, petted.
A daily chore...
I recall with such fondness
the leaves, the barn, the fields we played in.
While tending to the things
we needed to, as children
while at play.
Posted by tracey at November 12, 2005 07:49 PM