ElvisA Poem by Deborah Leah Krempa
I've been to the king's mansion, the king of rock and roll. A summers vacation, some time ago. Wrote my name on the wall, near the gates. Graceland is such a beautiful place. A candlelight vigil, atop of the hill. Moon shining down on Memphis. Yes, I remember Elvis. Golden records and albums, and a room filled with his costumes. A beautiful chandelier as you walk in. You can just imagine talking to him. A tiny paradise in the jungle room. Horses in the pasture, flowers in full bloom. A mansion in the middle of the ghetto. A beautiful meadow. Elvis impersonator's keeping his spirit alive. Fans from all over the world still cry.
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Added on February 8, 2008 AuthorDeborah Leah KrempaToledo, OHAboutI am grandmother,.. My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..Writing
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