Tree

Tree
by Ryan Keochanpheng
2/11/2003

There once was a tree that I called home, I climbed her branches to be alone. When my parents fought a fight I could not stop, up I went to hide. And shaded from the world beneath branches growing old, I cried. I’ll never know if the tree did listen, but it was a peaceful place for my eyes to glisten. There, I stayed until the fall of night. My sobbing having tired down to a quiet sigh. I’d reach over and grab a peach. Both food and haven within easy reach. That tree was special.. it was my silent friend. Most people carve their names into the sides of trees, but here I stand with the memory of a tree, etched inside of me…

Tree

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Joined June 2010

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My parents rarely had heated arguments. They fought and had disagreements, sure.. but I don’t remember what they were fighting about, but it worried me enough to run off and hide.. not sure how old I was then.

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