I was at our old home in Largs North
I saw my hands as I held them up
Before my face; to centre myself
I turned to look around; the setting sun
Glinted through the trees
I turned around and looked down
At the sides of the house
I raised my hands before my eyes again
Looked at the fence lines on both sides
The frontage had changed
No longer timber slats
Brick and stucco; white and cream
Bitumen pavement at the back
I said hello to Rodger and Karen
And to old Fred next door!
Went down to the back fence
It was all changed!
Picked 4 huge apples from a tree
More like a vine: low to the ground!
I went where I wanted to go in my dream
To check out the old place!
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