Bacelli’s Walnut Tree

Bacelli’s Walnut Tree

Not far the corner of my home's knee
Just some yards above the road
Stands on its glory the Big Walnut Tree
Branched right and left over the road
As the years jump on line and the clock ticks
I can see through the epochs and curtain blinds
Babies being born, marriages, deaths, wars and miseries
Misfortunes and happiness experienced by Bacellis
This Big Walnut Tree, the old sincere angel
The witness so fair for a hundred years.

I often come back to this Walnut Tree
I kneel and pray in silence
As a great grandmother in need

I ate the tasty nuts of this tree
As my father, my pop did once
All of them fellows Bacelli

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poem by Agim Bacelli
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