Two trees on our front lawn my hubby and son planted as saplings in 1968
Woebegone Full fifty years ago, late summer, we had planted you... two tiny, wispy saplings that would grow and grace our lawn. But mother nature came...lashed her tornado to undue your beauty with a monstrous hack that leaves us woebegone. Sandra M. Haight ~2nd Place~ Contest: When A Fourth Line Helps It to Rhyme Sponsor: Silent One Heptameter - 7 feet, 9 syllables per line Judged: 06/13/2018
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