The Old Fig Tree Poem by C.G. Lovelady

The Old Fig Tree



Under the old fig tree
Where the Spring wind blows

A sense of calm~
A simple delight~

I look at him and he looks at me
holding his grip on the old fig tree

Eye to eye~we embrace
the moment upon each other's face

The calm-the refuge
of fears unknown
Tales untold & seeds not sown

Among the realm of the old fig tree~~

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C.G. Lovelady

C.G. Lovelady

United States
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