Sebastopol

I been here fifteen years gone

don't you know

people come and go

come and go

Though I tell you, I never considered

anythin' other 'an this

jus' wasn't my callin' I s'ppose

but you can't blame me

The banana trees don't bear me fruit

but they provide shade

and from my alcove window I

can watch the church bell ring

Mylegs won't let me join the

morning procession, but I still

watch; and in summer my southern

exposure grants me cooler shelter

I never was happier anywhere but in this house

my roof has high peaks

my dark floorboards date back to 1890

my brass chandeliers drape me with gold

Light. I'm not happy if not home.

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