Guest Poetry

Near the Pond That Used to Be

by Rina S.

Near the pond that used to be,

There's an old, old hickory tree

My siblings and I used to sit in and occupy.

The sweet morning air

Made me think of a prayer.

The twittering birds

Always gave me the words.

And then I would pray

For the rest of the day.

Though old was the bark beneath me

My safety it could guarantee.

But now I see that same old tree,

Lonely, near the pond that used to be

* "Near the Pond That Used to Be" reproduced with permission from author