For Muskoka
His coat smelt like smoke and fall airHe took me back to maple trees and your plaid shirt
The wood of the cottage, etched into my mind
That smell I'll hold onto forever
Christmas trees hold hands with waist deep snow
Even the carpet, or stones between my toes
Her soft wrinkled hands, like a blanket over mine
Every box and trinket was a treasure
Every page turned was a hunt
I poored out a bottle in hopes of a princess
I can remember the magic still
Of secret places and enchanted lands
The lakes of glory and rocks of grace
Every corner held a secret
To be discovered by the imagination
Even the videos beneath told something
Even the swing was beautiful
A crack in the road shares stories with a crack in my bone
A bed that always seemed so big
A canoe that carried tranquility
A notebook to pretend I was as smart as her
My dreams will stay in that world
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