
The wind blew the tree and the tree danced back
Branches creaked
Murderous crows swooped and squawked
Laughing from above
Black sillouettes on gray pallete
Dappled leaves lazily float away to pile and decay
Bark, withered like old skin
It’s roots twist and turn, burrow into earth and stone
Standing, grown through seasons past
Summers shade winters bones
Then the wind blew the tree and the tree danced back.
12 replies on “TREE.”
This is a wonderful poem, Vinny! Those birds look creepy… I hope you’ve got your WP woes sorted.
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Thank you and for now I’m leaving it till I can be bothered again!
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Great photo, and your poem is a terrific match. Somehow seems wistful, too.
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Thank you!
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Great poem, lovely imagery. Good to see you bounce back from your tomato disaster!
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Thanks Hobbo and the least said about that the better….
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🤣🤣
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Beautiful, irresistibly good. Thanks 🙏
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Thank you!
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Beautiful poem, Vinny!
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Thank you very much. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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You’re very welcome.
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