In these parts,
Castles are for fairy tales.
But once in a while,
Behind an ancient evergreen
A stone bastion will rise
Aged Gray in the late afternoon jsun
It's corners rounded
It's walls lined with fingerprints.
Footfalls sounding on the flagstone path.
Measuring time by the chipped slate roof,
Sunken porch boards,f
Leaking eaves.
In the top most tower window
A doll sits,
Appraising her inherited lands; the front lawn, the street, the fallen fence
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