It feels like it was only yesterday
When all the children used to dance and play
Under the old knarled chestnut tree
With the sounds of laughter and shrieks of glee
And now all the players I knew have gone
But the tree, like my memories, lingers on
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The tree lingers long after we’ve gone, a living repository of out child-day activities
I like your poem. 🙂
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Beautifully nostalgic!
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