Bark - 12 Peachtober

I took a stroll one afternoon

To a park around the block from me.

A new neighborhood site 

the city seemed to have built overnight

And that’s when I saw an old tree

A giant compared to those around

A trunk that was so wide.

I sat under it for a moment

To take a break -

From the heat 

I wanted to hide.

So many branches and large leaves

And its roots ran real long

It’s bark was rough and furrowed

But held many birds that sang a song.