Your House
I like the time
spent at your house.
The most fun was
when we walked
in your garden.
We adjusted the
sprinklers, and
got wet doing it.
And the grass
thanked us by
even greener-
next morning.
The meals were good too.
The roast was
the best.
And the broiled potatoes?
The finest
I've ever had.
When will you
invite me back?
I want to see
flowers again-
eat from your big table
the sweet meats
and fruits so fine-
picked right off
your pear tree.
Poem and photos by John Mitchell
Photos from The Smoke Stack Complex, taken with 35mm Cannon AE-1 camera with 70 mm lens in June 2007. Thank you, John.
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Just a note: Priming has started on the wall at 720 Union Street. Murals to start soon.
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