Jackson Barracks - Poem by Ryan Lee
I worked there for many years;
until it was destroyed by a storm.
I felt the pain and cried the tears.
Life now has a different norm.
For yesteryear had a steady routine.
Friendships were dear and sweet.
Working in that historical scene.
Cherishing each person I got to meet.
Although the Barracks is now restored;
and the years have passed and gone.
I think fondly of that place I adored.
As I move into a brand new dawn.
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