REQUIEM
The skeletal tree
By the roadside, in the meadow,
That seemed to greet me
When I drove into town,
Its jaggedy branches
Held stoically high
Whatever the chances
Of windstorm or ice,
Gave me courage to face
My ninety-plus years
With a modicum of grace
And a drop of good cheer.
But today it is gone
And I can’t help but mourn.
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