The Lady of Rose Hill
I can hear her petticoats rustle as she scurries across the lawn. I wonder what she is searching for on this peaceful day. Perhaps she is looking for the past and her place in time. A time she can step into with little or no trouble, a place that has no future.
As I marvel at her house so beautiful and neat, a setting from a movie or perhaps or a setting from a time gone by.
Let summer's breath keep you lingering for my camera's eye,
so that we can glimpse you in your time gone by,
and catch your image at that ethereal portal,
to make you and your time immortal!
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