When we first moved in
The landowner said that
The old crabapple tree in
The yard hasn't yielded
For many a year.
The executioner was going
To end its life, but we
Convinced him to grant a
Stay of execution regarding
The beheading so we could
Make a valiant attempt at
Rehabilitating the desolate
Old soul.
Because of that last minute
Reprieve, that desolate old
Soul has been rehabilitated;
Baring fruit for many a year
For us to eat and share with
Others.
Copyright ©2025
Daniel Tucker
Allowing room for a new lease on life, even if it seems unlikely.
Another poem from the living of my life.