Mid Day Poem April 19, 2016

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The lawns of the old estate
Are matted now with weeds
But their area and proportions
May still be discerned and
Still speak of careful planning
And overflowing abundance.
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The spring-house is in shambles
The few brown stones left outline
What was then a wall around
This depression that was once
Square and clean and cool through the summers.
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The porch, white with white columns
And a sky-blue ceiling
It all amazes me and suggests
A song or kind of music
Once captivating and now vanished.

Copyright 2016

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