THE BLANKET
Thru the gate and,
behind the fence
beneath a tired, old tree,
you shared your love with me.
Beside the blanket on the grass.
Wild flowers grew,
and I always knew,
how much I loved you.
Sometimes memories pull me back,
to that gate and the fence,
where our love began
so long ago.
I still can see,
that old tree, against the fence,
and the love, you gave to me,
on the blanket, on the ground,
with wild flowers growing 'round.
Once again, I feel the love
that continued to grow,
as that tree of long ago.
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