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Lexington Poetry Month

The Hills


When I was young,

we carried coal

from the hillside


drank water from a well.

The winters were cold

and  the summers sweltering

but life was simple and serene.

Family was more than

an abstract concept


the summer was sweet

with the smell of honeysuckle.

So unlike

the convenient harshness

of today.

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