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you know

I almost miss those days

at Gable's Green

the actual day to day living

and hating of it all

though just now

only sight unseen

with old Jodhpurs Jay

standing much too proudly

with head held high

on the three quarter porch

in his faded winter worn work

coat

and I in my mind sitting in

blanketed wool

upon the creaky old slow rusting

swing

with my trusted treasured journal

perched in hand

reading quietly to myself

what I just wrote

in dire dim reflection

I believe its now safe enough to

say

that the angry menacing lies that

lived in that big old house

very nearly robbed me of my soul

I faded just a little more with each

passing day

if I hadn't up and left when I did

perhaps my physical body would have

grown old

but the best of me

my soul

would have all too easily whithered away

like untreated lumber in the rain

left to slowly decay

the surface of life isn't always as lovely

as at first it may seem

and thats just how it was

I'm none too proud to proclaim at that

fiery hell's pit of a home

I none too lovingly referred to as that

'Grim Gable's Green'

(June 14, 1998)