Three Old Growth Trees

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Three old growth trees

Two huge towering tulip poplars

One ancient maple made beautiful by the

Struggle through time, trouble, storms, sickness

Its thick trunk, perfect in its imperfections

Sheared by storms, gnarled with heavy knobs

The maple almost as big around as it is tall

It’s a den tree.

Every year a new family of coons are raised in its woody bosom

All three surviving centuries of struggle

With roots deeper and broader unseen

Than the huge beauty we see.