Iron Mountain ski jump

Iron Mountain ski jump

Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Final Home, a poem, sort of

FEBRUARY 19, 2015

We bought the final place today
Not the one that’s in the ground
Called our final resting place
The one just before it
The place where life is pleasant
“Not far from the pool”
Where no little children pester
With their jumps and giggles
Or memories intrude
It’s surely “close to shopping”
And far from all that matters
The place to wind it down
Until the boredom is too much
And we are willing to move on


Another "picked-up piece" from former days on the computer.

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