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Post by Levi A. on Dec 11, 2013 17:12:39 GMT -7
As I was walking home one day
I heard a tree bend down and say,
"What art thou my little one?"
'Twas my reply, "I am the sun."
Again I walked just by the tree
When he bent down and said to me,
"Where doth you go my little friend?"
'Twas my reply, "Unto the end."
I walked his way again that week
When I said I had to speak,
"Who at thou to question me?"
But thus said he, "I am a tree."
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Post by emilyv on Dec 11, 2013 17:36:20 GMT -7
Good, although I feel like there is more here. It rolls out like a story but it is too vague and abstract. I like it though. It has allot of potential. Good job.
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Post by Levi A. on Dec 11, 2013 20:49:12 GMT -7
Thank you so much for the critique.  I am actually currently working on turning this poem into a short story so maybe I can post that soon |
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Post by emilyv on Dec 13, 2013 14:48:46 GMT -7
Oh that sounds wonderful! I can't wait to see it.
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Post by lena01 on Aug 21, 2017 0:39:16 GMT -7
I am a tree
A tall tall tree
There are many things that I can see
I look above
I look below
So may things that I can show
I see the birds flying high in the skies
Making circles like huge mud pies
And at nights where do they go
On my branches both high and low.
I am a tree
A tall tall tree
There are many things that I can see
I see the snails,
Going oh so slow
Up my trunk , it is their bunk
Then there’s the butterfly
Fluttering through my branches
It feels so good,
It makes me do the crunches
I am a tree
A tall tall tree
There are so many things that I can see
I see the factories billowing out smoke
I see the child ready to choke
I see the garbage flowing down the stream
Oh if you could see
It would make you scream
I see the fisherman with the tiny fish
Oops that can never male a delicious dish.
I am a tree
A tall tall tree
There are so many things that I can see
I see the man, the woman, the boy the girl
I see that the world is in a swirl
I see them , and I see you
Oh I beg, what can you do?
I see the man coming with the saw
To cut me down,
Against that there is no law.
I am a tree
A tall tall tree
There are so many things that I can see
I want to live to tell the tale
Of things happening from mountain to vale
I am a tree
A tall tall tree
There are so many things that I can see
Save the trees, save the earth
We are the guardians of nature’s birth.
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I am actually currently working on turning this poem into a short story so maybe I can post that soon 