There was a tree in my backyard
It grew to be tall and it grew far
Never have I ever seen such beautiful blossoms
The tree was planted years ago
Unlike me (Papa said) it would grow and grow
I loved to climb the thick, heavy branches of my favorite tree
The tree still lives but it's a stump
A flattened, woody, beat-up lump
That supports me even now.
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Twohandsup: A Poetry Compilation
PoetryFrom stars to bad luck to sleepovers to spring showers and everything in between, @twohandsup's Poetry Compilation features a rich array of beautiful poems to make you laugh, cry, smile, and live life just a little bit better. Filled with twohandsup...
