The Broken Treeby Howard EskildsenNot the picture of serenity,It wavered quite uncertainlyA running crackHad split its backAnd jeopardized its destinyFor a time it made some feeble shadeA trembling perch for a wandering jayPropped up by ropeWith the barest hope Of standing for another dayWhether by flaw or fate’s designIt could only be a matter ofContinue reading “The Broken Tree”
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