“SENTRIES” OLD

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Two locust trees sit
At the edge of our green space
Just like two sentries

Gnarled limbs exposed
From years and years of living
Many branches bare

A woodpecker lives
In the hollow of one trunk
He taps out his song

Oh, but the blossoms
Bloom forth and add such beauty
To the dark, thick limbs

A dichotomy
Beauty and the beast perhaps
I think just beauty

Margie

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