Silver Valley Stories
3/9/07
#14 My Tree--Clinging to its last year's leaves
We stood a moment so, in a strange world,
Myself as one his own pretense deceives;
And then I said the truth (and we moved on).
A young beech clinging to its last year’s leaves.
- Robert Frost
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