Alone it stands in the cold wind
swaying to and fro.
No birds perch upon it's boughs now.
They've all spread their wings
and flown away.
Though you can hear the distant chirps
high upon the heavens,
as the weightless tree below
still sways to and fro.
-donna beckery
033089
swaying to and fro.
No birds perch upon it's boughs now.
They've all spread their wings
and flown away.
Though you can hear the distant chirps
high upon the heavens,
as the weightless tree below
still sways to and fro.
-donna beckery
033089
1 comment:
This is one of my earliest poems. I had helped my dad dig up a small oak tree from his parent's pasture and he planted it in our back yard. It was small then when I used it for the basis of this poem but now, 19 yrs. later is absolutely huge and is taller than the house!
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