The Old Estate
As wealthy Tennesseans go, the elder Tibbs was fair and straight, he'd spurned the grandiose chateau for comfort in his old estate.
Though not a ragged tenement, his father's home was handed down, a robber baron having spent a fortune on the local town.
So when Tibbs took his refuge here, away from traffic and the noise, they understood this marketeer, and not begrudge what he enjoys-
this country ranch and wooden rails that pacifies the day's travails.
Poem and Photo- Copyright © 2009 by Jack Huber- All rights reserved.

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"I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again."
--Oscar Wilde (1854 - 1900)
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