As we walked in the park
An aged tree was before us
The trunk so wide
And trunk like branches
Growing in so many ways.
It was so old that I wanted to know,
To know what joys it had seen,
It had seen in its long life.
The people who had walked passed
And admired its rugged beauty.
Some may have stopped
And admired it,
Couples may have kissed under it
And made their vows.
We stopped and looked at it,
Looked at it in wonder,
At the beauty of its age.
We eventually walked on passed
But the memory of that tree
Will be with us forever
As our love climbed its branches.
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- Comment from author about the poem: We saw this tree as we were walking through the hotel grounds.
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MPS seems to have put the tree on its side, we did not see it on its side. LOL
That aged tree was once a sprightly young thing not yet a hundred years old... much like you are right now with that newfound spring in your step.
So kind d a, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
Lovely words ) I like your last line ‘ as our love climbed its branches ‘
I always take notice of trees ..
Thank you Melissa much appreciated.
Andy
Violet bluebell lol ..
Yes, good write and pic Gold.
Some in a snobby village are fussing over a lone tree, over 100 years old. Hope it's not been chopped down. Probably so their net curtains could twitch and see more!
Some people just do not appreciate the wonder of aging, we know know about too darn well.
Andy
There are trees like that near me - majestic and always there for the passing generations. So inspiring.
So true Michael, thank you.
Andy
Great write Andy. In the town I grew up in, there is a tree in the town Common or Park as some call it, that I've been watching grow since I was very young. And it still there today massive and inspiring. I often wonder as did you of all it has seen and its age.
Those trees could tell some wonderful stories AP.
Andy
hmm, maybe I'll go sit under that tree and see what comes from my pen. 😉
Such a beautiful poem! Brings to mind our trip to Sequoia National Park in California where we saw the "General Sherman", a Sequoia that is estimated at 2,200-2,700 years old. It has born witness to all those who have visited over the years, and will continue to do so long after I am gone. I love that thought and I love your poem dear friend.
Thank you Bella, it must be wonderful to see that tree and your memories of it will be forever with you.
Andy
Haha, everything becomes more beautiful with age I think, people places things it doesn't matter, I always wonder what kind of stories they could tell, it's beautiful Andy
Thank you Melissa, so many stories to be told.
Andy
Lovely lines Andy. So much nature is surrounding us and inspiring wonderful poems from you about your love for each other.
Thank you Rozina, much appreciated.
Andy
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