The Stump I Fell In Love With
On the prairies of Dakota
I had never seen a tree
too big to get my arms around.
It was a shock to me
when I saw the stump set on the road
that a big car could drive through.
I could not believe that it was real,
it just could not be true.
It was in the state of Washington
on old Highway 99,
someone had placed the monstrous stump
and posted up a sign.
The thrill of driving through it
never waned.
One could even shelter in it
when it rained.
The stump became a hazard
as the traffic problem grew.
One day it wasn’t there at all,
the stump we could drive through .
I wondered where they put my stump
and feared the very worst.
but they’d taken it to a nearby park,
not to the dump as I feared first.
Now everyone can see it,
that remnant of a tree
and learn a bit of early history
on how things used to be.
As for me I’ll always love it.
That stump brings memories
of when I was young and happy and
could be impressed by trees.
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Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2010
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