Monday, July 18, 2005

Getting Acquainted

I have planted a sprig of a tree

beside the old maple

in my back yard.



The sprig makes the maple

look stronger

though the maple is old

and shedding her branches

as the aged shed their hair

and teeth.



I shall nurture the maple

for her trunk

is filled with

my memories

and the sprig

so she shall sprout me

new memories.



But like a puppy

tries to replace

a once faithful dog

the sprig must

grow into my heart

in order to stand

as tall as the maple

in my eyes.

1 Comments:

At 8:41 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

I loved these sentiments of succession.

 

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