Big Old Maple Tree is Gone

Coming home from the post office

Saturday afternoon looked like rain

big tree on the front lawn of the house

next door walking up the driveway  I heard

a sound  loud cracking right next to me

big tree fell, hitting the house instead of me

two windows gone, coming down on the porch roof

soft dent broken beam and then there was the tree

missing from where it stood in the sky I had

taken that tree for granted, assumed I would

walk by forever and and the tree would be right there where it belonged.

 

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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