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I often times tried to tell myself this day would surely come.

Born of my trunk and strengthened by my roots,

new grown branches reached toward the sun.


I saw them last month, both confident young men.

They looked up at a conquering sky, smiling,

sons who knew how to climb while holding steady to Earth.


I told them they could achieve their dreams, they listened.

High above the clouds they have soared.

In a sunlit field stands a lone tree.



Published by: Pegasus, The Kentucky State Poetry Society

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