Tried to align
John Clare Stokes
The memory of the entering
The cool steps remaining
Offering a higher view
Peering straight through
From the top step
I could see clearly
Nothing at all had changed
Oh some now grown trees
Had rearranged the living
Space
But it was all in place
I stepped down
And quietly left them
Alone.
With a view
Pa must of been the last
To have the view
After he was gone
The porch had no reason
For holding on
So it too went with Pa.
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