A mighty sycamore standing strong Unmoved as life moves blindly by Inviting branches like welcoming arms More than a tree this engaging mystery How many limbs have come together, The tip out of reach forever? Leaves whispering a multitude of childlike tales Bales, sheltered from the summer sun Invincible yet so vulnerable, with time, Imagination's eye glazed by acceptance And now as it views another brick wall A part of me is just a memory
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
its the first poem ive written. i was bored at home and just had the urge to write something : )
Comments (3)
this is nice, sentimental.
exoh.