46 – A CHILDS 1930

The willow in the back yard
the one I would watch from my window
when the wind whooshed the branches
the one I would swing from,
would shout my joy from,

is dead
is gone

the shade on the dew-soaked grass
is gone.

the cool in the hot sun
is gone.

there is now only sandy soil
there is now only a crumbling stump.

The remains of that which I remember.
The last pieces of that which I loved.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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