
I was walking down the old farm track
when all the memories came flooding back
of the questions that we used to ask
like who would set themselves the task
of carving in stone a set of stairs
that seemed to us to lead nowhere
for at the top we looked all around
no signs of a building were ever found
and when we told our parents where
we’d been they’d say oh don’t go there
but they would never tell us why
and I’ll always wonder till I too die.
That is so good! Love it.
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Haha, this is wonderful!!
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Your comment warms me, coming from a weaver of words I admire.
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That is such a kind thing to say, thank you! Yes, I really enjoyed this!! 🙂
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