The Maple Poem by Margaret V. Harold
The Maple
Tis twenty years
the tree was planted
Delicate maple of Japan
It soaked up tears
As mourn-time was granted
to a dedicated man.
The gentle tree grew- and grew
With lilies at her feet
Near by St. Francis knew
And birds would take retreat
In the glorious flame of leaves.
Thursday, January 2, 2003
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