A Proud Tree

The tall elm tree was wide and proud.
I am not alone in my memories at its feet.

I still remember a very sad day.
The winds were cold as the tree grew weary.
Suddenly, my memories were cut short.

Later, I learned of a tragic disease.
I did not see the signs that my father knew.

Life was draining away from the tree’s heart.
I was pulled away by a sacrifice of its wood.

For many years I could only see the tree’s fall.
Now I have more balance.
This trees death was just a moment.

W. Wayne B.
October 2010

About W. Wayne B.

I'm a software engineer, a poet and a librarian.
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2 Responses to A Proud Tree

  1. Thank you for a great post.

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  2. Well put from an important blogger

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