Here we go Crispina:
leaves had fallen long ago
and drifted down the creek
branches stretched in tapered ways
crooked, bare and sleek
in the end there was a blast
of a very gusty gale
that felled the tree in one quick move
it was a sorry tale
rodents, beavers and the like
could finally make the crossing
and fill the land beyond the sea
while the tree could rest and do nothing
Ah, I do like this. As you know, I’ve a strong liking for rhymes!
Thank you dear Crispina
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