poem of the day April 22


I remember the tree

that was too close to the road

a beautiful old oak tree

in a New England town

that had been there for centuries

When I was young I played

in the tree with my friend

It was a huge tree with names 

of many souls carved into it's trunk

and many scars from wild cars

that brushed it from time to time

I often wonder if the tree

has memories as great as me

but most of all I wonder 

if the tree remembers the hit

that killed my friend age 10 plus 6