Exceptional A poem about a new purpose for an old tree Old Tree by Brenda Strauser Free Verse Poetry Contest contest entry

Old tree, Old tree The leaves and branches of your tree were healthy and  growing   In the spring, you produced apple blossoms   I could smell the scent of apples ripening in the fall   Sweet memories of resting under your limbs would  soothe my soul     Old tree, Old tree Now, there's no use for you   A spiral crack in your trunk has led to decay and rot   Bark is peeling and splitting   No apple blossoms grow from your branches anymore     Old tree, Old tree I found a new purpose for you    Now, beautiful flowers grow from your roots   Heavenly scents of honeysuckle permeate the air   Old tree look at you now!   Recognized Author Notes Picture is from a friend in the garden club Storms and strong winds pulled the old apple tree out of the ground. The tree was cut down and they planted it upside down, with roots at the top. Then turned the apple tree into a beautiful planter.

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