This morning brought me winter's chill,
And made me think of Circleville
Where icy winds turn creaking mills
And snowfall blanks the homes and hills.
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And folks keep warm in Circleville
With fires of labor, plows and tills,
Their music made, their home-cooked meals,
And cast-iron stoves to stay heat bills.
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I let my memory drink its fill
Of time I spent in Circleville
And faces I remember well
And moments ringing like a bell.
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Nestled in the little thrills
Are songs from distant whippoorwills
And pies that cool on window sills
And pricklings of a cactus quills.
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But time is passing faster still,
And all the moments overspill
Like pieces dropped in Circleville
That rest there now and always will.