James W. Spain - Country Store

The country store
has stood sentry for over a century.

Now worn and tired,
beautiful in a simple way.

Each floor board
worn smooth as if polished

by the soles of
many a Victorian boot.

The smell of
fresh bread and roasted coffee

mix with
burning apple wood in the stove

bringing back memories
of a bygone era

when life was simple
and simple was life…

James W. Spain

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