Last night I had a dream
Of a quiet wintry scene.
The vision lasted only seconds
And, at first, I didn’t comprehend
As the place looked unfamiliar to me.
But soon more details I could clearly see;
A small shed near the towering old barn
And banks of snow piled up in the yard.
A pristine white drive leading to the road
And to the old mailbox upon a metal pole.
The sky glistened a brilliant blue
Beneath the sun’s glowing hue
As understanding dawned and I did know;
I was standing in the place of my old childhood home
Where my siblings and I spent many wintry days
Sledding down the gently sloping driveway.
The scene too quickly faded and yet remains in me;
A yearning glimpse of a distant memory.
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