Deep in the woods, where the lazy creek bends
is a clearing where a solemn manor stands
Wind worn bricks now a rustic brown
are tinted red in the mid-morn lown
At the bend where the water trickles so slow
a single tree stands, shading the suns glow
Its mid-autumn colors match the manor walls
as we sit beneath and watch their gentle falls
A cool breeze blows, swaying the tall green grass
rippling, like a stone tossed in a lake, with each gentle pass
Moving enough to brush back your summer hair
revealing a face so beautiful and fair
May 11, 2011
May 11, 2011 at 8:09 AM UTC
Deep in the woods, where the lazy creek bends
is a clearing where a solemn manor stands
Wind worn bricks now a rustic brown
are tinted red in the mid-morn lown
At the bend where the water trickles so slow
a single tree stands, shading the suns glow
Its mid-autumn colors match the manor walls
as we sit beneath and watch their gentle falls
A cool breeze blows, swaying the tall green grass
rippling, like a stone tossed in a lake, with each gentle pass
Moving enough to brush back your summer hair
revealing a face so beautiful and fair
(AIP)
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