The Old Tree Stands

The old tree stands
So all alone
In the vacant lot
That once was home
Symbolic of the past
A fleeting moment to some
Because what has been
Is a part of us forever
The house is gone
That we once shared
With laughter and tears
That showed we care
We all have gone
Other lines to seek
But the old tree stands
So majestic and neat
It seems to know
That we'll return
To gaze at its branches
Past days to yearn
The river still flows
And the birds sing
But no voices are heard
As the old tree stands

by Rose E. Hollingsworth

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