If I’d only known
the change and growth
of walking down
Dunn Road.
For first I’d see summer green
in fields of leaf
and quiet peace.
So came the colors of fall
a fool to follow
fool’s plan at all.
But then atop winter’s sheets
I got my head
above my feet.
Oh how, I’ve come to know
the love of family –
on Dunn Road.
Of Poems and Places 