During this corona virus isolation time my husband and I have been sitting on the porch a lot just bonding and enjoying the peace of nature. And yesterday a poem came to me when I spotted a half dead old tree in the neighborhood that still had buds and leaves growing here and there on it’s dry cracked old limbs, and I want to share this symbol of survival with you in a poem. Really? Should they sacrifice the older generation for the economy?!!
The Old Tree
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Wow…i love the poem. it explains what is going on in the world.