Old Lane SignA Poem by TraceDid I spell that wrong? Oh Well..... Happy New Year
T’was but a short and winding lane
That led down a shady way
Often used when folks came a-callin
In those old begotten days,
T’was barely wide enough for
One horse and buggy then
Cleared by hand and sweat of brow
To the shanty on the glen,
T’was cherished by the young and old
For wandering hand in hand
Love was found on springtime strolls
And families tended the land,
T’was a saddened day forgotten
The last of the clan had passed
When no one came down the shady lane
As the shadows forever cast,
T’was but a short and winding trace
That now is hard to find
For all that’s left of the memories made
Is the weathered “Old Lane Sign”
© 2015 TraceAuthor's Note
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15 Reviews Added on January 1, 2015 Last Updated on January 1, 2015 AuthorTracesomewhere in, UTAboutI will always love poetry....... I am a Poet But sometimes,,,,,, It makes my brain hurt more..Writing
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