The Loire Valley, castles that will make anyone feel like royalty.

I hear sweet chimes of my grandmother's church.

Full of tradition and belonging,

Yet trilling with the uncertainty of life.

How many questions have I asked from this very throne?

Of childhood and moving on?

Wind whispers to me the answers,

Yet I am still slow to hear.

Must I always swim within the walls of query,

Will I find resolution?

Will it find me?

But,

Till then,

I shall listen, upon this throne,

Letting my spirit ride the sound.

Flying with it,

Back home.

"Atop My Castle of Swings"

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Poem and Photos by:

Jennifer White