Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #132
The Tree Stopped Growing
by Belinda Roddie
The tree stopped growing in the middle of
the square, and it stayed as a short, stout sprig
of what it could have been. Still, the town loved
its presence. They called it the Dwarf, and big
trees did not receive such fair attention.
One day, a child took a piece of its bark,
and it was rough and thin within her hand.
She dug a hole and buried it, a spark
of hope lighting her eyes. She thought a small
tree would grow just like the Dwarf, and yet no
twig sprouted from the dirt. Her family all
pitched in to find a little tree just so
their little girl could have her own short, stout
tree, which she simply couldn't live without.
by Belinda Roddie
The tree stopped growing in the middle of
the square, and it stayed as a short, stout sprig
of what it could have been. Still, the town loved
its presence. They called it the Dwarf, and big
trees did not receive such fair attention.
One day, a child took a piece of its bark,
and it was rough and thin within her hand.
She dug a hole and buried it, a spark
of hope lighting her eyes. She thought a small
tree would grow just like the Dwarf, and yet no
twig sprouted from the dirt. Her family all
pitched in to find a little tree just so
their little girl could have her own short, stout
tree, which she simply couldn't live without.
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