Jan's Poem

SECRETS

There is a tree in the park
It's old and scared
But oh, the stories it knows
Of secrets carved
In its gray, gnarled trunk
The shade beneath its bough
Is cool and inviting
the wind whispers softly
Stop and rest awhile
My shadow slips away
As I sit in the sweet grass
My fingers trace the old wounds
Initials captured in a heart
The words of love
The vows we made
I imagine I  hear the old tree sigh
I remember you
Your Secrets I know,
Your secrets I keep

Janice Kuykendall