Upon the hill beside the road,
Stood the two little trees side by side.
Over the years they grew as one,
Trunks and branches intertwined.
One hundred years and more they stood,
Limbs locked in a lovers embrace.
Look closely if you want to see,
How long these two have grown as one.
They lost a friend a year ago,
He stood upon the hill near them.
One hundred years and more they stood,
The two who were one and their friend.
Age is showing some limbs dying,
Still they hold each other entwined.
Their leaves still shade us in the spring,
In the fall they turn red and gold.
It’s in the winter you will see,
The hundred years and more they stood.
copyrighted February 2012 Marta Moran Bishop
Stood the two little trees side by side.
Over the years they grew as one,
Trunks and branches intertwined.
One hundred years and more they stood,
Limbs locked in a lovers embrace.
Look closely if you want to see,
How long these two have grown as one.
They lost a friend a year ago,
He stood upon the hill near them.
One hundred years and more they stood,
The two who were one and their friend.
Age is showing some limbs dying,
Still they hold each other entwined.
Their leaves still shade us in the spring,
In the fall they turn red and gold.
It’s in the winter you will see,
The hundred years and more they stood.
copyrighted February 2012 Marta Moran Bishop
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