Wood Nymph
Epilogue
I often drive down Main Street in Walterboro, South Carolina.
I park in front of the spot that used to be Frank's Department Store.
Thoughts and memories invade my mind.
Main street greets me as an old friend.
My Roots run deep in that Rum Gully soil.
The structures that exist are my home and the corn house,
still dwarfed under the moss-laden oak trees.
The paths I walked have disappered.
I am frequently seen sitting on my back steps,
looking out on Cowpens Branch.
In the distance-I see a little girl with blond hair
and blue eyes running toward me.
She's coming home and Life is good.
I park in front of the spot that used to be Frank's Department Store.
Thoughts and memories invade my mind.
Main street greets me as an old friend.
My Roots run deep in that Rum Gully soil.
The structures that exist are my home and the corn house,
still dwarfed under the moss-laden oak trees.
The paths I walked have disappered.
I am frequently seen sitting on my back steps,
looking out on Cowpens Branch.
In the distance-I see a little girl with blond hair
and blue eyes running toward me.
She's coming home and Life is good.
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