Tuesday, November 11, 2008

on the morning side of the mountain

Recently while visiting Cloudland Station, I was reminiscing about Granddad's farm. I would play for endless hours on the old wagon. It was my pirate ship, my island, my playhouse...my special place. In my child's mind, it would always be there...but it was gone all too quickly. Now whenever I see an old farm wagon, I am transported back to those carefree days.
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