Written, May 3, 2025 For The Contest, “Write Fifteen Beautiful Lines” Sponsor, Constance La France
Photo taken on May 3, 2025
Fifty-seven years ago, we planted you; That huge tornado came- yet, you stand true. _by Poet Oh, Maple tree- it's seven years Since a tornado brought me tears In seeing how your crippled stance Has left your lifetime up to chance. But Spring arrived, with happy cheers- Your leaves still hug each limb that steers To reach above, like gallant spears That sway to grasp life's joy and dance! Oh, Maple tree. I'm sad, your trunk- it now appears Lost more of its dark bark veneers. Perhaps you stage a peaceful trance To bring me happiness, perchance- Lightening up my heavy fears? Oh, Maple tree.
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