794 Possum Trot Poetry, Part One
Have you ever visited a place that felt like home? A place that continued to tug at your heart until you had to return if even to only drive by to take another look. 794 Possum Trot in Manchester is such a place. I will share a poem written by a frequent visitor of Possum Trot, Bill Medley. Bill lingered at Possum Trot soaking up the ambiance and chatting with fellow writers for almost 15 years.
Possum Trot
Solid oaks reflect passing time
Single rings built layer upon layer,
Widening and stretching to the sky.
Bending, bowing in the wind.
Eventually destined to fall.
Yet never relinquishing nor paling
From glorious days in the sun.
Friendships grow like that too,
Layer upon layer through passing time.
Close or far apart,
Through easy, soft, warm winds,
Or the coldest gales of winter and loss.
Leaving faces a bit more cracked by life,
Yet mellowed and aged beautifully
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