After The Fall Poem by Richard George

After The Fall

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I was a cherry tree once:
The flowers grow around me now,
Loosestrife and celandine.

A hundred years, more or less
My poor rings chronicle:
One rainy night, that rainy June

Down I came, waterlogged
And when you last expected it
My branches clutched at the morning.

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Richard George

Richard George

Cheltenham, U.K.
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