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Under The Tree

2/8/05

by Margaret Newman

 

I stand here under the tree

Where once you sat with me

I look out across the meadow

And think of you, wondering

Do you think of me?

 

Once upon a time we were knee deep

In mud, blood and death

I covered your back as you cut a swathe

Through enemy armor, enemy bone

We held the day, and lead the way

To victory, once again.

 

I stand here under the tree

Where once we kissed

I look out towards the river

Where once we bathed, alone

And I wonder,

Do you think of me?

 

Does her sweet voice soothe your soul?

Do you rest your head upon her bosom,

And do you find solace between her thighs?

A more appropriate love, to be sure

A less dangerous love, 'tis true

More suitable, more fruitful.

 

I stand here under the tree

Where once we said good-bye

I thought I saw tears in your eyes

But you said it was just the wind.

I look towards the castle where once I swore

I would not return.

I gaze upon the battlements, and wonder

Do you remember me?