Chasm by Pear Tree
It stood the test against the clobbering paws of the rambunctious black golden retriever, the heavy snowfall, changing of seasons, other children, and me. It was lush, lavish, and free. It was the gorgeous Green D’anjou pear tree. But it was on the other side of where I would be. I yearningly watched it in my neighbor's yard from my own backyard while wishing I didn't need permission to enjoy its splendor.
