Doug Jones - The Exhibit

It was an old tractor road
where potholes erode
down a hill in the woods
where big trees once stood
the smell of hay and clover
by a creek a bridge went over
and an old rusty fence row
built and forgotten long ago
I recall these things faintly
as I paint old days lately
on a palette of recollection
mixing colors or inner reflection

Doug Jones

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