Parsons Trees

( a tribute)

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Stately, standing silent,

Witness of the past.

Evidence of fortitude,

Of time, long passed.

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Placed in their positions,

By hands good and strong.

A line of loyal sentinels,

Their history is long.

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Reminders of the years,

Of the seasons they have known.

Snow, the boughs have borne,

Some, broken and forlorn.

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New life has come each spring,

Their glory to renew.

Leafy boughs offer shade,

On the winding avenue.

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Silent witness of the past,

Of the ones who put them there.

Quiet, strength of character,

Qualities so rare.

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Trees and men, so much alike,

Their histories entwined.

Take a moment, spare a thought,

Parsons Trees, sublime.

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Susan Brackett

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(Image taken on the Parsons Beach Road, Kennebunk, Maine)

The trees stood in silence, yet had so much to say.  With time, comes change.

The new trees will make their own memories.

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