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The Stone I Took
I was driving somewhere, past the part of Massachusetts where maps just get tired and give up - Otis, maybe, or a town pretending to be Otis because it liked the sound of the name.
The Bench Under the Apple Tree
We made a bench one smoky day When clouds hung low and woodsmoke stayed, To sit beneath the apple tree Out front, at Boulevard and Street.
Where Lilacs Still Lean
For the paths once walked on Lincoln Street, and the trails that linger at 173, where memory bends beneath the trees, and time remembers what the heart still sees.
The Old Home Streets
On ol' Lincoln Street I’ve often thought if I could go, Down Lincoln Street the old folks know, I’d find again that battered door, The cracked front step, the maple floor.
