'The governor's mansion, yes, yes.'
The tourist in me asked,
The informant at the booth
Declared, 'There is no such thing.'
'But, the columns, the stately arch,
The beveled lead-cut glass,
The doors, the windows, the balcony'
I was sure spoke of a governor's
Stately dwelling, without a doubt.
'Not so. Privately owned, ' she said.
Camera in hand, I stood in awe
At the giant columns with arch between
Balcony snuggled within the arch
I stood amazed at such grandeur.
An artist brush will surely lend
To canvas the sight I behold,
Then others, too, can see what I
Find most pleasing to behold.
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