The Tree
How strong is the trunk
of hardwood
That holds each
branch of this tree?
How glorious are
the boughs
Now reaching out to
me?
The tentacles are
endless.
As they radiate out
over time,
They tell the
story of us.
Always gentle and
not unkind.
How wondrous are
the tales
That speaks out
loud to me.
How curious am I to
know
A history that begs to be seen.
The limbs are
far-reaching,
And, of course,
they all know.
This hearty tree
is golden.
Telling truths to my
very soul.
No burned bush is
this.
That bends each arm
to me.
How glorious are
the branches,
That allowed me to
be.
Yes, this is my family
tree.
~d.lawrence
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Looking In from Outside: Poetry & Prose, which can be purchased at most local bookstores.
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