At the bottom of our garden
Stands a really big tree.
I can remember the time
when just you and me.
Planted the sapling
so tiny and small
At the back of the garden
where our babies would crawl.
With the branches hung down
we sit under our tree.
We'd talk about our future,
just you and me.
The tree is still growing
So tall and so strong.
Just like our love
this is where we belong.
Author notes
This is a true tale
A contest entry
- Tree in the City ~ biographical or descriptive # 86 Winklings and Friends by Lyndon.
5000 points, ended June 12, 2008, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I believe the memories are genuine.
You wrote well and significantly. However, your poem gives no inkling of why it's a city tree.
Will.
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...and a beautifully romantic true tale at that. This made me smile. ~Pamela
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