The memory becomes more familiar,
that idyllic setting from years before.
That house on the hill,
where life stood still.
Children gathered and planned,
how best to use the land
Reading by the sill, splashing in the water,
walking a trail and petting the good dog Trabor.
TV is forgotten, video games too,
dessert is not, a daily sweet is due
Parents sit back, time to breathe once more,
the sun sets slowly across the open door.
At dusk, all gather round,
bread is shared, stories of days past abound
...
Another sunrise and a new adventure,
from the Great Lake to the great river.
Finding our namesake on the castle grounds,
And then sisters singing their favorite rounds.
One last dive in the pool at twilight,
one last run in the morning light.
The children beg for one more day,
a few more hours, anything to extend the stay.
But it is not to be, time resumes its march,
goodbyes are said on the front porch.
Sincerest thanks to our hosts,
who are deserving of multiple boasts.
That house on the hill is no longer near,
but the memories will always be held dear.
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