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.

by Margaret V. Harold

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