Remember that old Maple Tree
covered with it's many beautiful leaves
Imagine if it had eyes
all the things that it had seen
the people it would have known
from now
back to when it was a seed
all those that had been there before us
to scribble poetry from beneath
it's umbrella of foliage
and all of those that chose to leave.
Imagine,
that for every moment shared beneath it
it took in a memory
and for every memory it held
it sprouted yet another leaf.
Yes, I remember well
the magnificence
of that old Maple Tree
and I remember also
it's inspiration
it's poetry
~ M. Sneed
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