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The Old Tree

The old tree,
stands alone,
in the middle of a field,
where corn is grown.

It stand there,
a watchful eye,
protecting the field,
standing tall and high.

It creaks loudly,
in the ancient old wind,
the branches sway,
bowing and bend.

It shadows the ground,
where the farmer sits,
wipes off his sweat,
and rests for a bit.

It gives a home,
to a family of birds,
keeps them safe,
while a big storm stirs,
it begins to crack,
after a car slams into it,
still it keeps on standing,
even after it's been hit.

It's slowly dying,
leaves falling down,
floating, twirling to the ground,
their color a dark brown.

It stands alone,
all broken and bare,
hollow inside,
and no one seems to care.



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. said...
Nov. 2, 2012 at 6:32 pm:
Thank you! I felt really bad for this tree in the middle of no where. I've always been like this ever since I was little, when I was in preschool we went to the pumpkin patch and all the kids in my class wanted to get these huge pumpkins but I picked a tiny one that no one wanted... lol.
 
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ShesAWildflower said...
Nov. 2, 2012 at 11:41 am:
I adore this. It's nice to see that someone else out there is kinda like me. Whenever I see a radio tower in the middle of a field at sunset, I feel like this innanimate object is lonely. I've actually written songs about that. 
 
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