The Maple Tree
The Maple Tree
Brother Levi Jacobs deals with death everyday. It is his business, but here he describes a different kind of passing.
The Maple Tree
My dreams died yesterday
when they cut the big maple tree down.
It was there memories were born
as a child in my tree house.
It was a place to hide when I hurt.
It was a place I called my own.
Friends spent the night with me there
on weekends so I wouldn’t be alone.
It was a safe place to play.
It wasn’t too high or too low.
I was a place to dream and scream.
I told the tree secrets only the leaves
would ever know.
I’d try to save the tree if I could,
but someone bought the property
and turned the tree into firewood.
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