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That Old Tree Was Loved

That Old Tree Was Loved That old tree had weathered many storms past Veteran of countless intense brush fires Giant limbs still grew strong and very fast Yet this summer, one can see where it tires. Broken limb , dangling about thirty feet up Huge hole burnt in deep by last big burn Dried out looking for water from drought's cup If it dies this year , so it was its turn. Child of nine swung from its lofty branches Climbing so very high for a huge thrill Tree was life and we daring to take chances To see farther, what lay over the next hill. A picture of old and ancient life now gone. Remembering, this heart again feels so alone! Robert J. Lindley, 07-28-2015 Note- Yes this old tree existed on the farm . As a young child I marveled at its size and beauty. When I turned 45 years old I went back to see if it was still there. Only a huge stump remained. For me as a child it was the greatest toy in world.........

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Date: 7/30/2015 12:14:00 AM
Robert I absolutely love this one, it so reminded me of our recent holiday, a bush fire ravaged our South West last year and there were so many blacked out trees but upon those beautiful trees was new growth and they lived yet to see another fire, simply amazing, I really did like this one Robert, take care my friend, love to Riza and family.........Vera.......
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Date: 7/29/2015 7:59:00 PM
The title grabbed my attention immediately. Broken limb , dangling about thirty feet up Huge hole burnt in deep by last big burn Dried out looking for water from drought's cup If it dies this year , so it was its turn. This really part I cam really understand. As so many of my trees are dying or dropping limbs from their highest point. Some trees over 50 feet up.
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Date: 7/29/2015 9:16:00 AM
I like this , Robert. For many of us, some tree always figure in our childhood memories bringing with them such warm feelings. It is no wonder that we feel such loss upon learning that the loved tree reached its end. Kim
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Date: 7/29/2015 12:22:00 AM
A lovely reminiscence, Robert, and brought to mind my favourite tree as a child, known as Mercury pond (origin of name unknown). A little pond with a small island you could step across to, we'd climb out on the overhanging branches over the water. I believe it still contains a large collection of odd sandals. Copy and paste https://www.flickr.com/photos/eamoncurry/4553827127 . Lovely poem, Robert. Regards, Viv
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Date: 7/29/2015 12:02:00 AM
childhood dreams manifest through many things enduring the struggle that is Life until that fateful day we pay the ultimate price.....excellent depiction of memory....
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