A tree grows in concrete
As such, a sight to see
I hadn’t given much thought
To how lonely it might be
One tree, weatherworn, twiggy bark
Hardly standing, day in and day out
Alone, trying to be burly strong
In need of care, no one did
City life, concrete at its’ feet
Rain, sleet and snow
No breaks, nothing but woe
Yet, there it stands for all to see
2018©Isadora DeLaVega
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Wednesday Writing Prompt –
Speak to or of your city of ultimate bliss:
the city you grew up in or the city you grew to love.
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Inside the Mind of Isadora 
July 16, 2018 at 11:51 pm
A fabulous poem!
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July 17, 2018 at 12:34 pm
I’m happy you enjoyed my poem, Resa. Thank you …
Isadora 😎
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July 14, 2018 at 5:04 pm
I don’t know the book, but this tree is lovely!
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July 17, 2018 at 12:59 pm
It’s a great read, Gilly. Most people who have a connection to Brooklyn read it.
The image is from Jamie Dedes. Here’s the url if you’d like to join in –
https://jamiededes.com/2018/07/11/ciao-bella-beloved-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt/
Issy 😎
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July 12, 2018 at 2:15 pm
Beautiful poem, Issy!
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July 12, 2018 at 3:55 pm
Great to see you here, PJ. Thank you … I was trying a new challenge. Glad you enjoyed my poem.
Issy 😎
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July 11, 2018 at 6:24 pm
Querida Rochelle,
I’m writing again as my daughter and her family left yesterday.
A story with your photo prompt is on my desk as I write. I was torn about
adding it today but with it being a Friday fictioneers write, I thought I’d post this first.
I adored the book you mention too. This title is one I was going to use for my memoir.
I’ve changed it to A Girl grows in Brooklyn. LOL It’s still a century away. A title and no completed book. : )
I’m happy you enjoyed my little description of the lonely tree on my street. You can see I too am rambling since it’s been so long since I’ve been in my writing neighborhood.
Es una maravilla verte aqui …. gracias por leer mi poema.
Abrazos y Carino, mi amiga
Isadora 😎
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July 11, 2018 at 6:17 pm
Querida Isadora,
You caught my eye with this title. 😉 A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is one of my favorite books of all time. My parents had it in their library as my mom had sent it to my dad when he was overseas in WWII. Since he was from Brooklyn she thought he might relate to it. The first line of the book hooked me “Francie was eleven.” I was eleven at the time.
Sorry to ramble on like that. Lovely poem, mi amiga.
Shalom y abrazos,
Rochelle
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