Stand by Me

She was born way back

She’s not living in a shack

And her back oddly shaped

Not like all the other caves


I pass by everyday

Not noticing her ’til today

She stood there with a  slouch

That would never go away


You can tell she’s tired

Always being out the way

No one cared no one sees

How large the veins she bares


I’ve seen worse I suppose

Those aortas without shoes

But she stands with a stance

That is helpful any who


Where she lives there’s an ooze

Smell so pungent worse than booze

Wonder if there’s respect

She is old you would expect


She’s deformed yet tough

Stay strong old tree life is rough

Drink the water under ground

Summer’s here your shade be found

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