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My Old Friend

In a place where poems rhyme I found the tree I used to climb On the corner of my school she casts her shade and keeps it cool She hasn't changed as much as I Her leaves still seem to touch the sky Forty some odd years have passed since her strong limbs had held me last Nice to see you my old friend I'd love to climb you once again And dream of days and things gone by amid your branches in the sky © Mike Wise 10-3-21

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Charles Messina

Date: 2/12/2023 3:20:00 AM

Nice, Michael. I once wrote a poem about a story of a tree I carved mine and a young ladies initials in while camping. I went back 40 years later and the tree and our initials were still there :) Charlie

Michael Wise
Date: 2/12/2023 9:11:00 AM

That's so sweet! I carved a lady's initials next to mine on a tree back about 15 years ago, but she was someone I loved from afar. She never did become mine, but I've often thought about going back to see if I could find that tree and to see if those initials are still there. Many thanks Charles! :)

P.S. Awtry

Date: 1/4/2022 12:41:00 PM

How has this gem gotten no comments? What is going on on this site of late. smh. This is sweet and nostalgic and dreamy and a FAV for me! Loved every bit from the first phrase onward. :)

Michael Wise
Date: 1/12/2022 2:06:00 PM

Many thanks, my friend! :)