Seven steps to rest
John Clare Stokes
It's how I envision heavens entrance
Seven steps leading up
Between the ancient camellias
The shady porch with rocking chairs
A breeze through the dog trot
With all the savory scents emanating out
Drawing us toward
Those long since departed welcoming
As if we never parted at all
Just seven steps to Pilgrims Rest.
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