memory of home

There is a massive incline leading up to the house

An avenue of ash trees divided by a road

It will soon flatten out when we get to the top

Its beauty makes my heart implode

A fountain just afore the porch

Where little children play

I remember it all so clearly

Like it was yesterday…

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