A Small Tree

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A Small Tree

Small tree not a sapling,

Broken and cut limbs.

A single robin sets

At the tip,

For it is home

 

Swaying back and forth.

The wind coming from the north.

The sad tree naked and vulnerable

Will never be mobile.

Unlike the robin that’s free.

 

It’s roots grow deep

As deep can be

Threw the red mulch

Which will be

An unwanted future

For this tree

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

johnathon’s Poems (11)

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One Last Breath 1
A Small Tree 1
theme for english III 1
My sole tore 1
life and death 1
Regret 2
Rescue me 1
All for you -13
waiting for you 0
a lost friend 2
FATE 1