The Tree and Me
Everyday as i pass the old tree
i compare myself to the limbs
branches hanging lower now
leaves dropping and bark scarred
the deep roots un-earthed
tree house fallen
glory days
lost in
time...
Contest: The Old Age
Form: Nonet
Sponsored by: Dr. Ram Mehta
Poems by Shar
Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2013
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