Off in the distance Faint Christmas lights glow A little way named Sims Lane It’s a deep country road. A little pearl colored house with a sturdy rock bottom My grandpa build it by hand Hands worn but still solid. Pulling up in the drive, Strung icicle lights Chimney smoke rises up, Into winter’s darkContinue reading “A Christmas Poem in March”
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