Inside the Mind of Isadora


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A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

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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