By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 20, 2014 Remorse By Elizabeth Fechser Hanson A year ago friends dared me, for a larkTo carve my name upon a tall tree bark.To me the tree seemed as some stately bride,Sheltered by the rugged mountain side.It looked so proud and graceful growing there,Basking in the canyon’s fragrant air.With green leaves gently swaying in the breezeIt seemed to reign o’er all the other trees.And yet – I carved my name. S...
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