In an open field stood a withering maple,
the only one in sight
Initials carved inside a heart,
squirrels nesting in the limbs at night
One day as a bunny was passing,
the maple let out a sigh
The bunny looked up, saw sap running down,
and asked, "Ms. Maple, why do you cry?"
Ms. Maple said, "Son, have a seat.
I have a story from long ago
I once had a maple friend,
and oh, how I loved him so.
As saplings, we would laugh and sing,
as the squirrels frolicked and played
With him next to me, I had the world
and I never had to feel afraid
As we grew, we had children,
this field was full of joy
See those initials there?
That's from Anne and Roy.
One day they got married,
and had a child of their own
As they lie beneath me,
their son is now full-grown
He started his own family
and they are poor you see
He cleared the field to feed them
and took everyone from me
I am the last one standing
with many memories that live on
It's just a tad bit lonely
as my family is now gone
I know he had good reason,
so I don't blame the boy
But, my last days are just a shade
for our dear Anne and Roy"
Copyright © Alana Tye | Year Posted 2008
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