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Homeplace Memories

I know a little place, St. Clair Township.

It’s near New Florence, P-A. where I grew up.

I loved the trees and hills and buttercups.

Returning home becomes exhausting trip.

In Colorado, skies are always blue.

But there the skies were often gray.

And not a lot to do within a day.

At least, not what most folks would want to do.

Returning home is something we now skip.

But longings to return in time build up.

Fond memories of loved ones there will woo.

But most I knew have died or moved away.