By Samuel K Byrd
(for my grandmother)
I remember from my childhood the old tree
Older than me and my mother put together
I remember how I hated raking the leaves in the fall
On stormy nights how spooky its shadow looked
As it crept through my window
During spring time its pollen kept my allergies in an uproar
One day my father cut my tree down
Now the lawn looks bare
We no longer sit on the porch
Because the shade it provided is gone
Or build club houses
Now that our foundation is no longer there
Or enjoy the fruit it use to bare
At times a despised enemy
But mostly a beloved friend
I miss my tree
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