Where The Sun

Shines Bright

The old worn out mailbox

In the garbage heap lay

Replaced with the new

With glorious display.

Until the old woman salvaged

It from the garbage heap

Because she had a reason

This old mailbox to keep.

It had protected her mail

Two generations or more

The news it had brought

Held too many memories

For her to ignore.

The old mailbox will hold

A spot of royal delight

All repainted and fancy

Where the Sun shines bright

In her flower garden.....

Nancy M. Clark © 5-5-2001

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