The Lonely Tree Poem by Mark Curtis

Stare out at a the lonely tree,
My mind it forms a memory.
Gentle breeze moves left then right,
Reminds me of a once fought plight.
The branches shape a closed pair of arms,
To open wide receive your charms.
Sun attached to leaves like glue,
Seem stained with tears from eyes once blue.
Solid base a trunk so firm,
A time it had to come to term.
Roots so deep but one can see,
Only you can uproot me.

copyright 2009 Mark Curtis