Honeymoon Home

This poem was written following our visit to Elvis’s honeymoon home in Palm Springs. We had an amazing tour with only two other guests. We were able to sit on Elvis’ bed, see his bathroom and the pool in the back yard. At the time of our visit the property was up for sale. There was a danger that it could be bought by a developer who could knock it down. This would be a real disaster. Hopefully an Elvis fan buys it! 


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