Ann Anderson Poet Verse

The Cherry Tree

The cherry tree
knows me well,
my thoughts, my dreams,
my kiss and tell.

Experiments of love and youth,
he shielded me,
he was my roof.

We carved our names
for all to see,
we grew beneath
that cherry tree.

The second world war
called you away,
beneath the cherry tree
I cried, I prayed.

I waited there through
day, through year,
so longing again
your voice to hear.

You died in battle
just twenty three,
yet I still wait in dreams, 
beneath our cherry tree.

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Carrie Richards November 15, 2008 at 12:44 PM Thank you very much for commenting on my poem. It brought me to yours. This is such a sad, sweet story, now I'm compelled to read more of your work! ~ Carrie

Joanie Yeager November 10, 2008 at 7:23 AM Omg's This Allmost made me cry =*( Lovly poem its so sad and moving in the same way..Loved it Keep Wrighting: Joanie Yeager