Do Not Forsake Me, An Interview With a Dying Tree

Don’t Forsake Me
An interview with a dying tree.

Annie Willow entered my office,
It surprised all of us.

At first glance,
You might think she had no chance.

I inquired to what she would bring,
Something to add, something with zing.

Her wilted leaves and branches,
Just cleared our expansions.

She spoke clear and concise,
I had to think twice.

Years of nurturing and encouraging
My sprouts to grow, is how I learned what I know.

I am great supervisor, A revolutionist,
Working and mentoring I do to subsist.

My credentials speak for me, 
Even if I am a dying tree.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Kauffman Avatar
June 22, 2023 at 2:49 PM
Hi Rev. Catherine. This is a very interesting poem with a unique voice. Thank you for adding your special ingredients of faith to the soup! Blessings.
Cassell Avatar
June 23, 2023 at 8:06 AM
Thank you Sam.
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June 22, 2023 at 3:01 PM
Thank you Sam. I am new to writing poetry and learning the poetry soup ins and outs.
Rodrigues Avatar
June 22, 2023 at 8:52 AM
Something fantastic about this!
Cassell Avatar
June 23, 2023 at 8:07 AM
Thank yuu Kim.
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June 22, 2023 at 9:38 AM
Thank you Kim, I am new to writing poetry.
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