Vermont in autumn

What can I say?
It feels like home to me,
this red barn,
and the autumnal hills;
that sweet road
that leads off to the left,
through the hay;
the dogs that greet me at the door,
the homemade maple syrup,
and home ground coffee,
the broccoli
fresh from the garden...
There are angels in this house,
and wide board floors,
woodstoves and fireplaces,
rag rugs and comfy chairs;
piles and piles of love
and two dear friends to visit with;
old friends whom I adore
and cannot wait to see again:
Home away from home.


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