7/27/12
A snowy evening homeward bound,
With promises to keep.
No farmhouse near can yet be found,
It’s miles before I sleep.
I stopped beside the Woods today,
Because I’d heard so much;
To see if they were dark and deep,
And all that other stuff.
I hoped, per chance, that I might muse,
And let the spirit run.
Then maybe try my hand at verse,
As someone else had done.
But all that former loveliness,
Has met the wrecking ball.
It’s now a fast-food restaurant,
And parking for the mall.
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