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Scraggy Tree
Scraggy tree
Old man of the earth
Long forgotten, times of blossom
Brittle boned
Creaking with the aches and pains
Of arthritic joints
Spindly branches that reach like walking sticks
Seeking a path
To amble slowly
Through another spring
Basking in the warmth of the summer
Dreading the winds the autumn might bring
And the cold dank winter nights
Chill him with to the bone
Sometimes
He feels so alone…
Old man of the earth.
By
Janette SearleSee your own work here!
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