I remember my granddaddy’s enchanted farm.
It was a Utopia, I must say.
There was once a place called Absolute Charm.

Tall grass and fresh air kept me safe from harm.
It was a place utterly free of plight.
I remember my granddaddy’s enchanted farm.

The apples, figs, and plums caused no harm.
Wild blackberries, strawberries, pears so right
There was once a place called Absolute Charm.

Spirit of love flowed and left all disarmed,
Clan eating fresh creamed corn into the night
I remember my granddaddy’s enchanted farm.

Children played and adults prayed arm in arm,
Guaranteeing no chance of foolish fights.
There was once a place called Absolute Charm.

Whenever I feel a need to be warmed
From life’s tribulations and awful frights,
I remember my granddaddy’s enchanted farm.
There was once a place called Absolute Charm.

-jcv
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