Our Tree

Our tree for Christine
Now casts a small shadow
A shimmering cluster of deep green
On the grass. The only maple among
All these oaks, shaggy bark hickories,
Black walnuts to be, basswoods and
A willow. It is here now and will be
Long after us, winter and summer,
And there after.

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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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