Blocked with stones, and locked forever
A place where once, the plentiful, stored
Fed the hungry, through cold winter days
Now left alone, empty, and ignored
The door that held the bounty
Of this land, so lovingly tilled
No longer can be opened
No longer can be filled
For it only stands in memory
Of one who can never be replaced
A root cellar door, forever closed
Yet, still fertile, in this hallowed place
©2016 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Authors Note: The photo was taken at Sunnybank Park, in Wayne, NJ. The park is the former home of author Albert Payson Terhune.
His estate, Sunnybank, in Wayne, New Jersey is maintained as Terhune Memorial Park – Sunnybank. It is open to the public and visitors can visit the graves of many of the dogs mentioned in Terhune’s works and view a collection of Terhune’s book and dog awards at the Van Riper-Hopper Historic House Museum. Historical and family items from the Terhune home, “The Place,” can be found at the Pompton Lakes Historical Museum and the Van Riper-Hopper House Museum in Wayne, New Jersey. (via Wikipedia)
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