The tree in our backyard

Returns me to my youth

It gave me shade from the summer sun

and where, I read my books.

It sheltered me in troubled times

and when love came new to me…

We made our vowels, and carved our hearts

In the bark of that old oak tree.

But years have passed

And like the wind

Our lives just slip away …

But here you stand… You grand old man…

A testament to this day.

Antony King 2018



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