My Old Companion
My Old Companion
Once you arched where children play,
Heard the laughter and slapping of tether balls;
Roads made of sand with little boy sounds
A long time ago.
You have been my friend, my loyal protector,
Though storms have gnarled your limbs.
Home to owls, blue jays and sparrows,
Your friends, my friends.
I’ve watched your siblings’ peeling bark,
And I believe I heard your cries,
As cracks appeared and chainsaws neared,
You had to say goodbyes.
As long as you will umbrella my head,
As long as you will whisper your truths,
Through seasons’ breezes and your lot in life,
I will love you.
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