The Manor
Chatting with Dad,
I learn the world was named twice over:
Mud Hill in his tales,
Elephant Hill in our own;
Round Pond, Roman Pond.
Yet through every naming shift
the White Lady walked with us.
Strange, isn't it
Strange, isn't it
How the land keeps its shape
But the names wander
As children stake their claim
As children stake their claim
on the landscape of their adventures.
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