What the Old Tree Grew
The old bent withered tree had weathered many storms.
At one point, a hollowing out began at its thickest part.
A specific shape took form; the old tree had grown a heart.
For Sijo contest by Rick Parise
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2010
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