Written, March 21, 2026 For The Contest, “Any Living Thing” Sponsor, Charles Messina
Oh, maple tree you still stand free how can that be Tornado claimed at you it aimed now you are maimed We planted you fifty years flew so full you stood You live, still true with limbs askew and splintered wood With grace, you stand upon this land for all to see In our front yard where we still guard- Oh, maple tree
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