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my pecan tree

there stands such a gracious elderly lady positioning herself in the confines of my fenced back yard, silent as she speaks, nor moving her limbs until the winds comes to rob her of her dress, swaying green fabric, but still proud, full of life bearing her children, not one or two, but countless numbers all held close to her breast, growing, waiting, now, in the late time of fall, each child ready to free themselves, a wave goodbye as she reluctantly watches them leave home.

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Date: 11/27/2022 12:32:00 PM
This is a sweet poem. I enjoyed it. :)
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james skinner
Date: 11/28/2022 12:26:00 AM
thank you Heidi
Date: 11/27/2022 11:21:00 AM
She’s a stately lady, your wonderful pecan tree. Nicely penned, dear poet.
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james skinner
Date: 11/27/2022 12:18:00 PM
thank you kindly Keilani