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Gone Now

Gone Now by James F. Higgins


Today I climbed.. that lone-some hill..,
     and as I neared the top
A voice.. it spoke.. from deep with-in..,
     rest.. but never stop
A plain white bench stood empty..,
     I heard it whisper.. come
I wish that more would listen..,
     slow down.. don't always run
Well.. as I sat.. wind would gust..,
     leafs flew all around
Then to my right.. I noticed..,
     something on the ground
A tarnished plaque.. that thanked the few..,
     for Honor.. and their deeds
The few that did for brothers..,
     a-side was their own needs
A tree.. yes life.. they gave to us..,
    beauty.. all could see
But now what's left.. it's just a stump..,
    no longer stands that tree

                   James F. Higgins