With Each Passing Year
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He sits before my window strongly scented
implanted deep inside my soil so grand
With bushy arms of spruce uncomplicated
this big bulbous tree is planted in my land.
With every passing day as I got dented
by the sweat of my brow, the toil of my hand
this amazing, cherished tree remained with me
with steadfast love, as humble as a tree can be.
I have measured his progress from my Lil 'shack
with no measuring tape for his big stature
None of that is needed for a lumberjack,
for he sure knows the ways of greener pasture.
With each passing year he became my joy
that little sapling that I once called, "Bok Choy"
He was left untouched by me for he was mine,
this strong tree that was now, starting to decline.
Sept 27, 2022
Sponsor L MILTON HANKINS
Contest Name OTTAVA RIMA
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2022
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