the one we played around when we were kids
the one with our tree house
the tree stood there for decades
shading the lawn, the sidewalk,
its shadow spilling into the street
the tree was a gentle reminder
of days gone by
of our childhood and innocence
the tree that would shed it’s leaves
of brown and gold and orange
every fall
the tree that said,
you can go home again
although things won't look or be the same
the tree may be gone
my memories of you are still here
locked in my heart, my mind, and soul
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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