April 7, 2014 by Benjamin Thomas
Just a bump
On a log,
Stoic, happy as happy can be.
The lost scenery.
Pride tells me
To be oak.
Stand tall, and soak in
But I’d much rather
Be a lily in the valley
Trusting in all simplicity
Posted in Poetic Asides | Tagged poetry, trees | Leave a Comment
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