Love Poem: From Mustard Seed Did Grow
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Written by: Charlotte Watkins

From Mustard Seed Did Grow

I saw a little tree today, from mustard tree did grow. For when i was but a toddler, I stood three feet below. And by the little tree today, two squirrels chasing tails. And as I stepped by closer, they ran up it's wooden scales. Above the little tree today, a large bright feathered bird. With wingspan of a tennis court, colour of lemon curd. Inside the little tree today, natures cooing owl. Napping in its small hidey hole, till it's time to prowl. inscribed upon the tree, I see, from many moons ago. Initials of my first sweetheart, my wife, my loving doe. I will not see this tree again, as death's dark crow is near. So lay I do beside the tree, till heaven's hand appears. 04.03.2021