Remembrance

The
Ancient
Backyard
Apple
Tree
Bloomed
Lavishly
One
May,
A
Thing
Of
Grace,
Then
The
Next
Winter
Froze
In
The
Cold
And
Died,
I Was
Told.
Tree
Men
Did
Not
Cut
It
Down,
But
To
My
Dismay,
Wrenched
It
From
The
Ground
And
Hauled
It
Away.
For
Ages
After,
Every
Spring,
Bright
Shoots
Grew
Up
From
Living
Roots,
And
I Still
Mourn
The
Loss
Of
Dappled
Shade
The
Apple
Tree
Made.