Oh, I wish I were a tree,majestic, soaring free;
my tips to touch the sky,
scolding birds that pass me by.
I wish my roots were deepwhen monsters scream my name
and memories inflame.
I wish my leaves would falland shed bad memories all;
so I could bloom anew
in Spring's fresh morning dew.
Yes I wish I were a tree
so you could look at me
and know just what it takes
to overcome mistakes.
My bark's a history
of storms that battered me,
yet holds me up in place
to join the human race.
Oh I wish I were a tree
so none could bother me,
but even for a tree
the chainsaw waits with glee....
Marlia Boyce January 9, 2012
Great poem, but I for one, am glad you are not a tree. I would miss you. :D)
ReplyDeleteI'm with KAT, glad you're not a tree. Good stuff, my friend...........
ReplyDeleteDid you write that? If so, fantastic. If not, thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIf I were a tree, I'd make an Ash out of myself, I suppose.
Kat- you are so sweet. I really wish you Kim and I could spend a week together.
ReplyDeleteKimmy - you are my dear friend.
Al - yes I did... and ... a claret ash? LOL
I could do time as a ponderosa pine. Love the vanilla scent of the bark. Lovely poem Marlia
ReplyDeleteVanilla really? That would make it MY favourite too. Thanks for the good feedback Kelly.
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