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The Prayer Tree

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She liked to pray by the knotted old tree
On the hill facing the restless sea.
She called it her, “Prayer Tree, ”
Because, she said, “It’s old and gnarled like me.”
Then she blessed herself, and groaning sank to her knees.

She clasped her twisted hands, and asked, “Why?
Why me? I’ve done no evil, or hurt no one.
Why must I go to where there is none
Of the faces or things that I love?
Why is my life almost done? ”
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Sandra Fowler 30 April 2007
The old woman and the tree forever together in this beautiful elegiac effort. This word painting is a 'Mary Naylor' worth hanging in the finest poetry gallery.Take care. Warmest regards, Sandra
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Duncan Wyllie 30 January 2007
“Yes cried the crabbed old one, in a voice filled with joy. “Rejoice, rejoice, for I hear the song of the dove! Why, it’s like a cloudburst of love! ” Amazingly fine woven words like silk to the eye, beautiful and timeless Love duncan X
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