The Tree

February 10, 2012
By jojo399 BRONZE, New Brighton, Minnesota
jojo399 BRONZE, New Brighton, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
"The night is darkest just before the dawn"
"Do I really look like a guy with a plan? I'm like a dog chasing a car, i wouldn't know what to do if i caught it"

The Tree

Walk down the stone steps
They are wet and slippery
From yesterdays rain

And at the bottom
resting over the still lake
Is a crooked tree

Memories come back
Climbing on it in years past
Much simpler times

When I was seven
I climbed over the water
And watched the fish swim

Then when I was ten
I could sit there for hours Watching the sun set

Once when I was four
I skinned my knee on the bark
And fell in the lake

This year the water
Is almost touching the branch
The limb seems smaller

Now I wonder why
I come back here every year
To sit on my tree

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