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the fonder days of yore
are quite obviously
now forever gone
but not so forgotten by
the beautifully brick aligned streets
of historical Julianna's
many a fine attended lawns
with homes so elegantly inspiring
that they must certainly be putting on
some refined form of display
why, I mean who else
but a mason and myself
would think to view these magnificent
beasts of beauty
in such an aged yet lovely way
just who lived in these sweetly quiet relics
representing upper society's heyday
of roaring yesteryear
and, in what yellowed porch read pages
of modern society's dwellings
just might these cherished homes have
even once happened to appear
some dating all the way back to the mid and late
1800's with their wilder, let's live it up cart of
sewn crop oats
leaving one to guess
were their residents' naughty
or understanding in kind
to their proud home like hosts
rightly the latter from the looks of it
I would chance even moderate censure to say
when their forefathers had times told hard
their tiny, weather wooded castles
resembled white skeletal houses
on more than merely one occasionally dark
and desperate day
but the genteel happiness had to be there
at least for awhile at one untold time or another
I'm sure
there had to have been engagements, weddings,
births, anniversaries and times to reminisce
of late evening dancing a whir
maybe you do not see all this as you partake
in a solitary stroll down this quiet old
residential street
but now perhaps next time
you will be more observant of beauty
and her recent past
and view her like you would a polite, passing
stranger you happen to meet
acknowledge her very presence
like that of an old and dear friend
for time, her older sister,
polite stranger
that she is too, lets slowly yet another era
come to a gentle and unresisting end....................
(written February 6,1994)