Open Poetry #21 |
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Climbing the Tree |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA ![]() |
I decided to climb a tree Just to have some fun And to see The world from a new height I kept getting higher and higher Until I reached the highest branch of the tree I heard the buzz of a bee I looked up to see a bee hive At least five hundred bees going in and out They go out for pollen to live The little bees begin to pout I hear the chirp of a baby bird I look down the branch and see a nest I see the parents fly back to rest Clouds of gray roll in The lightning crashes The thunder claps The rain begins I climb out of the tree Run home in the rain Thinking of all the beautiful animals I saw Cold hands means a warm heart |
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Magnus![]() ![]()
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Nothing like stopping and smelling the roses, so to speak... Thank you for the wonderful image you painted for us to see.. |
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