Just Memories
A big stump, is all that stands
at the end of grandma and grandpa's lawn,
it's a tree, I loved playing in
but, now, the linden tree is gone.
The maple tree in the back yard
that used to stand strong and tall,
is long gone as well
I enjoyed watching it change during fall.
Just memories remain
of when I was a little girl,
sitting under them, in their cool shade
protecting me from the world.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
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Just Memories
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