By a stream;
Built by two people,
The beginning of a dream.
The house stood there
Among the trees,
Tall sentinels
Guarding memories.
Children were born,
And great the joy;
First a girl,
And then a boy.
Each grew up
And their ways did go,
And often come back
For they loved it so.
Their children they bring,
And they play by the stream
And share the wonder
Of their Grandparents' dream.
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