The Maple
By Enraptured
Always there and strong. We would climb into her branches. Read, play, hang. She was a friend. He and I would sit and mock the younger ones, Too small to climb. Maybe an escape. To not feel alone. Hang from the low, and climb Higher. The leaves were shelter. I watch those walking by, I wonder. Do they see? A girl sitting in a tree, Watching you. Watching me. But not alone. Written January 14th, 2002 © on Jan 14 2002 01:15 PM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Always there and strong...."