A short walk, holding hands while we talk..
For me a new place, memories for you they show on your face..
A road and a gate, A bit further, a short time to wait..
Up a small knoll, the story starts to unfold..
The joy in your voice, your eyes rejoice..
A perfect place.
A camp in the Maine woods on a lake, to most a picturesque view to take..
To you memories of the past, everywhere around you see those that last..
Thru the door a wondrous world.. The touch of family and friends is there to behold..
An old friend.. arms open to take you in…
I follow you through, all that you share is a piece of you..
Thank you for sharing your time and memories old and new, your touch your time and you.
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