Tree
where you go
the wind follows
as if no
choice remains but
that of sun
and oak an
attraction such that
limbs curve to
light a certainty
which cautions us
to intrude lest
we lose all
sight and sense
of beauty you
are this tree
Written in the 80s, “Tree” first appeared here in December 2014.
Joyce Kilmer
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Some of the same sentiment.
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you are such a wonderful writer
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You are always so kind!
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Well ” I calls it like I sees it” hahha
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Your poem made me wonder, how beautiful the trees are now, 30 years on….
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They’ve aged much better than I!
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Love this!
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I’m so pleased it resonates for you. Thank you.
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š yes
Thank you
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Beautiful poetry š
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Thank you, Anita!
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