The Door Poem by Gabrielle Stahlie

The Door



The door-way to childhood
is one step away
Past moments in time
it seems only yesterday

You have to go through there
to find what you seek
Flowering meadows
little lambs all so meek

A basket with blueberries
a calm soothing pond
You find what you 're looking for
not far beyond

that door...

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