SUBMITTED BY PAMELA NOWINA.
WRITER'S CIRCLE

I am sorry, old tree, that you died in my care.

I wanted to love you more.

I meant to put a hammock in your deep shade,

And rest from the sun there.

I am sorry, old tree, that I did not stop to feel your life

While you stood strong.

I could have placed my palms against your bark

And known you.