The locust tree
Under which I sit and muse
Most evenings
Is a place
Of great solitary
Deliberation
I have proposed
Solutions
To many of the world's problems
Here
Upon contemplation
I added amendments
These are not
Fanciful notions
They are the product
Of hard-nosed
Bargaining sessions
I have had
Within myself
Come and sit awhile
Under the lush
Green boughs
Of the locust tree
Feel free
To express yourself
I may not always agree
But I will not mock you.
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In the shared space of a welcoming tree, I have spent many a perfect hour...finding the branches stroking my soul, .as.if they knew I needed some tenderness and quiet time.. yourselfers taken me to that calm, once again. Thank you. PEACE