On the old Harrodsburg pike
Coming out from Lexington into the pastures of
thoroughbred chestnut Churchill Downs dreamers
grazing, the Scotch Irish stonemason hewn fences snaking by Jessamine stream and rabbit trail beneath the bared mulberry and oak
trees of October, a welcome chill in the air, and it was good
to once again to be in search of those so missed in my old
Kentucky home.
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