Grind me out when

The tree in the backyard is gone. I had the guys come and take it away

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It was dying. I had no choice.  Now the yard is empty.  Next year there will be a garden. But now I miss the tree. It was a sugar maple that branched out and up.  Now there is a stump waiting to be ground down and out.

The wood is stacked up ready for the coming winter

My birthday is coming.  I am going to be 35.  These poems are all I have accomplished.  They are for you, my love, my Henry, my earth, my maple, my sweet, my rock, my baby.

I am not as good as a tree but maybe when I am ground out my stacks will keep you warm

Author: annieepoetry

I am poet. I am woman. I write with my thumbs. Read my poems. Tell me what You think. You may find the love poem you always thought someone wrote for you. Or the one you meant to write But Becareful lovers tell zingers and often break hearts Milky Way Earth U.S.A Madison WI

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