Another new Wordle poem today... tree, country, mind, disguised, wound, forgotten, across, hurry, sand, stirred, jar, yesterday The Tree The tree stood long forgotten in the courtyard, A breeze stirred its leaves turning now to rust. Its trunk scarred with age creaked and sighed. The sand of time flowed over it disguised as benevolent but left many an unintended wound. Few now called to mind when it was planted. It came from a country far away from here, a seedling brought across the sea, a gift once, of a yesterday long ago, now none hurry to see it grow. In the courtyard, it lives, nothing to jar its peace, ancient survivor of a day long gone, but precious to the white haired man who sits on the bench beneath and remembers. ***********
Posted on: Tue, 25 Mar 2014 09:41:10 +0000
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