there’s a tree somewhere

Somewhere there’s a tree
That you loved and so admired
Maybe it dropped an acorn on your nose
And your mother laughed

Still it stood and was beautiful
Amongst the stones and beside the creek
That you watched stream along
Your toes while it flowed
Until it trickled in the summertime
down to the garden
where the gourds grew
tall some, curved until they dried up
near fall and then the vines dried
ready to harvest by early winter

for the next spring’s birds
to nest and twitter
around the tree that’s still standing
with the acorns that still fall
on your nose
while your mom’s still laughing
and giggling as she does

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