My brother posted photos
Of the old house
The one Dad built
And the memories replayed
In my mind
Trees, gardens, lying on the lawn
A bedroom overlooking the lake
[On a good day
A tiny piece of blue
Different from the sky
Could be seen over the house tops
And past the trees!]
The first place I ever had
A room of my own
(With a door that closes)
A place I could dream
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