old Tree

by countrygirlpoetastatula, Florida, USA

Feb 2013 323 Views 3 comments

The old Tree

Theres an old tree sitting on a hill, at first glance it seems worthless and ugly, the branches are twisted and rotten, it does not bear fruit, it has no blooms or leaves. When you see it you wonder: why is it there? What good could come from it? Then the clouds cleared away from the sun, and its golden rays shone through the mangled limbs, suddenly on the ground from the beams of the morning sun was a beautiful cross made out of light.

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Posted: Feb 2013

About this poem:

when i was seven i saw this happen, at an Easter pageant held at a boys home in Jacksonville Florida. believe it or not..:)

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countrygirlpoetOPastatula, Florida USAFeb 18, 2013

thank you for sharing that moment with me..im glad my poem remined yo of it..

mcradloffPlatteville, Wisconsin USAFeb 18, 2013

I remember on Easter morning when I was young I saw the footprints of the Easter Bunny in the snow. That was proof enough for me. If it works for Bigfoot, why not the Easter Bunny?