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Tuesday, 12 June 2012

AN OLD OAK TREE

 


YOUR PHOTO IS BEAUTIFUL
I HEARD LADYBUGS ARE GOOD
FOR THE TREES .
MAYBE YOU CAN NURSE IT BACK
WHERE THERE ARE THE LEAVES.
LIKE ME NEXT YR 70 I WILL BE
AT LEAST YOU GAVE IT YOUR TEARS

DEDICATED TO
THE OLD OAK TREE
FOR THEY'VE GROWN
WITH GRACE


POEATREEMAN

I STILL HAVE MY HAIR AT LEAST IT'S STILL THERE(:
IT MAY BE GRAY AND OLD YOU KNOW
YET I STILL HAVE THE BARK ON THE TREE(:
IT MAY BE PEELED AND WORN A BIT
YET IT IS STILL HOLDING ON TO ME.

POEATREEMAN
EDGAR ALLAN PRIETO
6/12/2012
COPYRIGHT@2012

AN OLD OAK TREE

You are
a Young
Flower
I am
An
Old
Oak
Tree

You are
Blossoming
While
I am
Withering
Away

I had my
Spring
When
I Blossomed
too

Yet
my Branches
are
not as New

My Roots
are Firm
Though
the Soil
is Loose

I will Fall Soon
be
at your feet

So Remember
when
I Stood

I
Tried
to be Straight

Perfect
I Was Not
For the Soil
was
not Great

I had my Falls
Limbs
were
Broken too

Yet
I Held Up
When Others
thought
I Would not

The Ground
is Opened
I must
Return to all

Shed no Tears
For
the Leaves
have
Finally Fallen.

Dedicated to Naomi Stansfield
A Soft Soul

A Poeatreeman

When I was
Young
I Tried
to be Straight

I Grew as Life
Would
have me Stand

Yet
I Stood Up
gave it a Hand

I Thank God
For
Letting me Sow
I had the Seasons
To Change and Grow.

A Poet’s Note

FORTITUDE
Do Not Say
Timber Yet
I Am Not
Ready To Fall

Do Not
Cut Me Down
For
I Stand Tall

If
You Want To Grow
Cut
No One Down

Then
You Will Stand Tall.


Edgar Allan Prieto
8/13/2000
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto


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