How many find shelter in your graceful boughs?
Blue Jay, a family of cow birds, a squirrel, a dove coos.
Your branches sway and I wondered at the multitude.
Hopping, feeding, sheltering as you speak on the breeze.
How many years have you sustained this place?
How many changes have you seen throughout?
From seedling in a field, to middle years as the field is hayed.
To a development, to being owned and in someone's yard.
We certainly don't possess you, old and ancient soul!
If we would only sit and listen, watch, hear and know.
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