Winter Hours: Closed for Season
Elizabeth Taylor | Pine Ridge
Originally posted on Facebook
I wish I had known to say goodbye
To whisper words just one last time
To thank the place that was my home
To say goodbye, I wish I’d known.
The boards that creaked beneath my feet
Are gone for good and so are we…
The house, our home, has turned to ash,
And so I wish I could go back.
But time moves on and so do we
The fire came we had to leave.
Goodbye my house
Goodbye my home
Goodbye the place my kids have known.
Goodbye too late,
Goodbye too soon
Goodbye goodbye goodbye to you.