Those Secrets Kept and Untold By Disrespected Trees
I can not afford to look over my shoulder.
Or sit to allow age,
To slow the pace of steps I take.
Too much has to be expressed.
And my mind has long been satisfied,
By the distraction of entertaining temptations.
Clear are the peaks and valleys I've seen.
Now I live to learn about those secrets kept,
And untold by disrespected trees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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