I see beyond the walnut frame that surrounds my grandma's house
The artist left her magic on the old gray clapboard house
Brushmarks on the raised oil paint create their magic still
I can touch the red tomatoes ripening on the window sill ...
The first snowflakes fell outside today
Fluttering down like the finest of fleece
Remember the story you used to be told
Mother Carye is picking her geese ...
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