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THE TWO ASPENS
~ by Christine Ross in memory of
Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Once there were two aspens
Standing tall against the sky,
Taking in the warmth of breezes
As their leaves just fluttered by.
Then from those two tall aspens
Two more little aspens grew
In a grove there in the forest
Touched by the morning dew.
They gathered in the sunshine,
Then they quenched upon the rain.
Four aspens playing in the wind
Sometime before the winter came.
In the springtime how they glistened,
Then had the warmth of summer winds.
Little did the four trees know
This would never come again.
Autumn gave them golden leaves
As they stood so proud and tall,
Then suddenly a cold wind blew
And their leaves began to fall.
The wind was blowing violently
With a howling lonesome sound.
Then with an eerie silence
One tree fell to the ground.
The youngest tree lay cold and still
As the sky released the rain.
Then drops of sorrow trickled down
From the three trees that remained.
Raindrops quietly turned to snow,
Just as the barren aspens feared.
Autumn, spring, and summer... gone
And a long, long winter here.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
In memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Published
Fall 2009, Volume 24 No. 3
Bereavement Publications, Inc.
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