The Plum Tree Poem by Rodney Rod Smith
The Plum Tree
A time of place through out thine trees
to lament the mind of the free,
in the hunt of natures gift.
A true lover in the midst.
forth time as i move on
to leave a mark
of the weathered plum.
when i see the tomatoes gin
i will walk and smile within.
As days gone by when i am not in,
to free the mind and drink some gin.
when i age on that tree.
to be better because of me.
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