Wood Nymph

TARA

The terrian was neglected and wet.
My forester was the adjoining owner.
We made plans, establish roads,
and dreamed of beauty soon.

Yesterday's photo contrasts today.
The changes are extensive;
It was a place to work and play.
The work was hard and expensive.

A barn was built to store supplies.
The position was planned for convience.
One day I was greeted with a surprise,
a door left open and a squirrel resides.

The plantation now has been named.
The billboard-TARA-proudly stands.
Work will go on to Tara-
We did it with our own hands.


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