Winnifred Jenkin

(Las Vegas, Nevada)

The Maple Tree

On the slope of a hillside plain to see
Staunchly stood a maple tree
At her huge rough bark and branches tall
I gazed with awe when I was small.

On her strong great limbs I used to swing.
In a small clear voice with joy I'd sing.
I felt as I watched the clouds on high
There was no one but God, the tree, and I.

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