sense u asked dear
In the Inlet of mind
There is such a place,
Really, a fiord
Where wood has grown to far highest place
Dissimulating to flower form
Where out of Lund going west
North Oakover is the Goal
Along the shores Yew an Popular
Cedar, Pine, and Fir
Fresh water be found
Firewood ‘long the shore
Power from sun and wind
A view of God not sin
Whale an otter visit there
Eagles mating on the air
Moths in pocket give no fear
For oceans wealth gave, you fare
King crab, the royal meal
Wild herbs and teas
On narrow porch for two
From loft, awake
To maybe bake
On iron stove a breakfast cake
With Squirrels chatting
Of nothing much
In wooden eves an moss
From five to thirty thou
Is told the cost
However, need a boat to cross
Just a memory … Granham![]()


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