The red door
\nIt was old and worn
\nThe Holy Trinity Church me thinks
\nLower Beeding
\nWhere\u2019s this leading
\nIt\u2019s magical
\nIt\u2019s in the ranks of Poe perhaps
\nOr even Stoker
\nA family name upon the door
\n140 years before<\/p>\n
Go to the side door
\nAlong the ramp
\nKnock twice
\nAnd you will be heard
\nThat is when we met Dear Kitty
\nA violinist with a word<\/p>\n
She ushered us in
\nShe had been preparing
\nFor a children\u2019s concert
\nThe next day
\nI told her my dad he was born here
\nAnd out of respect I came today <\/p>\n
She told me that a parishioner died
\nRecently his name was too
\nThomas Tyler my dads name
\nI couldn\u2019t believe it but it was true<\/p>\n
My dad died in April of 1978
\nBut this man died
\nJust a few months before
\nThe lady\u2019s name was Kitty
\nWe reminisced a bitty
\nThen said goodbye
\nBoth absolutely sure<\/p>\n
\u2018Twas magical \u2018Twas mystical
\nA cold sweat as we left the place
\nA blackbird came to wish us speed
\nHis coat of ebony
\nHe sat atop an old gravestone
\nHe left us with a flap around
\nStill very wild and free.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The red door It was old and worn The Holy Trinity Church me thinks Lower Beeding Where\u2019s this leading It\u2019s magical It\u2019s in the ranks of Poe perhaps Or even Stoker A family name upon the door 140 years before … Continue reading