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once
and I was here before
watching from the window
on a piece of land
and thirteen stones
by name
thirty steps
from screen to gate
sixteen more to leaving
headlights swept
above a gravel plan
dusty now
to keepsake hopes
by one of me forgotten
crayola words
tho who to recognize
the shape of words
spilling verse
counting back to heaven
crooked boards
remember me
a poem undefined
. . .
tornadoday 
Just to enjoy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuI61cTNbAk
Thank you for sharing, Geofrey……….. ❤
Welcome! 🙂
Have to laugh, Bobbie…, this picture (except for some scaly white paint on the siding) could be the house on the farm where I grew up. I feel the memories in what you wrote. ~xo~
Me
Some dream of a castle, and I dream of a white board house and a yard full of chickens………. ❤
counting back to heaven ❤ always
…….steps that know us by heart