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Ode to Summer Rest Road
By Ellen Elizabeth Hunter
On winter’s morn I stroll this lovely street
where azure sky and placid water meet.
Warm sun upon the dazzling harbor shines
to temper chilly breezes in the pines.
And from the stately house with broad front porch
a languid mermaid watches my approach
while Milo dashes out to say hello.
I pause to pet him on his silky brow.
Ah there, my favorite house: the French chateaux,
its mounted angel blesses boats below,
and snowy egret posed as if for show.
My soul refreshed by this most splendid view
I hurry forth to greet the day
and all that I must do.
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