tree. now fallen.
the big oak in the middle
of the cul-de-sac.
swings
were attached,
ropes
and hammocks.
children
climbed its trunk
to the highest
branch.
lovers met beneath
its summer
shade.
hearts were carved
into the side.
promises
were made.
it was a lovely tree
in all seasons.
we'll miss it, and with it
the children
that have come and gone.
we'll remember it though
from our window,
its beauty,
as we approach our
own
last age.
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