Elegant and serene she stands
Surrounded by the wooded lands,
Guarded by three large cedar trees
With branches swaying in the breeze.
Swallows swoop and eagles cry-
Days, months and years slip by.
Roses flourish on her walls
And give fragrance to her halls.
Men and women come and go
Basking in her peaceful glow.
There's a faded beauty on her face
But time cannot defeat this place.

By Jean Spencer