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She once sat beneath its welcoming arms
refreshed by its shade and comfort
sharing all manner of childhood secrets
having aptly named her the “alone tree.”
There she found refuge for hurtful tears,
a sanctuary to explore her hopes,
dreams and fears;
formed a special bond
that anchored them both to this earth.
Each waxed strong;
alone and together,
as they weathered each storm.
And, it stands there still,
its quiet strength and beauty
still visible in the morning mist...
‘the alone tree’ in the meadow of childhood;
whose old friend long ago moved on to other fields.
Carolyn Brunelle
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