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The Old Tree

By, Mary Sparacino Bortel

Look at me, I’m just an old tree, my roots are deep and my branches steep. I once was young, but now I’m old, I have many stories to be told.

Lovers lean on me, children swing on me, boys climb on me and birds rest on me. I provide shade and I blow in the breeze, I’m light and easy and happy as can be.

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I’m rooted deep and have no fears; I’ll share your laughter and your tears.

Perhaps when you come this way again you’ll have aged and changed by then, but know that I will always be your friend, the Old Tree.

The end.

 

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