An old beech tree

Nineteen forty something
New baby, young couple
Move to the suburbs
New house, planted a shrub.

The world turns, malls 
And factories and low cost
Housings filled what once were woods
But the power lines are still
Back there, forgotten
Behind where that house once 
Stood, where that family once
Supped on thanksgiving bounty
(I think a cousin got that table,
When Pop finally passed on)

A narrow steep strip between
Power lines and fetid creek
A venerable beech still lingers
Golden leaf and smooth silver bark
Like an old navy veterans bicep
Still holds their names
Still professes their love

Prompt at Poets United for today is Nostalgia

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