A fence rail weathered and gray
By rain, sun, storm, of many season's day
Hear I the whispering echoes of a tree
Once a mighty bough with nesting birds it be
By rain, sun, storm, of many season's day
Hear I the whispering echoes of a tree
Once a mighty bough with nesting birds it be
With purpose anew it stands ever firm
Its beauty shall we in heart discern
It holds many a tale in its present disguise
Life, time and a knowing wise.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Photo Credit: redandthepeanut.blogspot.com
