THE OLD TREE
In the middle of a meadow brown, alone and quite forsaken
Stood a knarled and forbidding tree, which Spring would soon awaken.
How many lovers passed that tree and wondered in its glory?
How many wished that it could speak and tell its timeless story?
Though it was old and bent and bare, it was a living mystery.
For in its years of youth and age, there was a county's history.
"If I could only tell time of the wonders I have seen,
They'd let my meadow here remain continually green.
"They would not strip me of my land to house more brick and stone,
And they would leave me just a few of the treasures I have known.
It would not only be for me, so please - heed my request,
For all your children yet to come, Please try to do what's best!"
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