Poem: Places

O, the old winds of Wellington
The summer strolls of Western Springs
These dual cities, lived in common
Repeating notes, that history sings.

Basking now, in Granddad’s care
Bouts of laughter; hours upon hours,
Sweet lavender, borne upon the air
Prancing now, upon fields of flowers.

Here remains, a well-cared orchid,
Words stream by mountain passes
A calm river, cool yet tepid
Always present, life dances!

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