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Old TreeOften have I gazed in wonder At something truly ever so grand- The oldest trees , middle of a town Growing there before any walked this land- Biggest oldest ever trees still standing Right in the center of a modern town- People passing by all of the time Walking up and walking down- Often they are almost rightly worshiped And treasured simply just ever so- But often many just pass them by And of there history do not know- Sometimes few ever stop to even look Feeling after all it's just a tree- I think many never have a clue at all Some have stood for several of a century- The same tree and the very same place Having always grown right there- Endless stories could they tell And some beyond our time and compare- New cars now driving around and past Once where there were no roads at all- Way before us and all we adore Before they grew so very large and tall- Often people walking under them not thinking Of how they came to be and grow so high- Of what must have been when they was sown And before they towered up into the shy- Of the things that well could have been Right within their view and their time- Of all the history that's past them by These gifts of God and entities divine- Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 2008 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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