The Bluestone Review 2025

The Bluestone Review

My dear old friend, How I miss you so; How we used to play in the woods, hiding behind trees, and picking up sticks, Not a thought in the world about how the time ticked. My dear old friend, How I miss you so; How I remember the last words you’d told me, as you lied in my arms; “Fly, fly away, like a bird in the sky. See the world on my behalf, to the heavens my you fly.”

The Tree Dusty Broyles The tree was tall and wide and it was starting to die off.

It had at least two summers left.The winter ended so spring was beginning and the tree started to bloom there was leaves on every branch but one. June came around and the tree was looking good until there was a bad storm that come through and the branch that had no leaves fell now the tree looked even worse than it did before. Its Fall now and the leaves on the tree are starting to die off if looked like it had no life in it look dead we wouldn’t know till summer came back around. Well spring is here now and the leaves came back but then. There was another storm that came through and the tree sadly fell.

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