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On this blog you will find the rambling thoughts and images a boy like me finds on the web. It is responses to my dilemma and experience. It's not rude or crude or stereotypical. Just me, just trying to be free, just learning to be myself...

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Be My Tree

Angel Oak, South Carolina
Your roots draw deep, 
beneath the ground. 
A solid trunk, 
with bark around. 
A heavy branch 
does hold in air, 
gentle stems, 
that spill with care;
the velvet fronds 
of gilded green, 
that curl 
and wave 
upon the scene. 
I sit below 
your gentle bough.
I tell you that 
I love you now. 
I hold you tight 
and close to me. 
So come back soon 
and be my tree.

1 comment:

  1. This poem is marvellous...
    you're marvellous!!!!


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