No Better FriendA Poem by MichaelA poem for the coming of Spring
It looks like a twig of three feet tall, a gnarled little stem and no leaves at all. With winter all gone, ahh… warm days at last, this twig will pump life, surprisingly fast. Soon I will see green over there, where now small branches hold only air. With pride I’ll delight in my colorful thumbs,
as if I play a part in what it becomes. Springtime gives life, it’s all Nature’s plan, nothing that real can be done by man. All I can do is deciding the where,
to our earthly mother I entrust its care. For thirteen weeks Spring gives it her love,
with days of sunshine and some rain from above. Then filled with sap and a full mane of leaves, this tree will bear fruit, turning birds into thieves. For now I will watch each day with delight,
as my tree grows strong right before my sight. Springtime’s a friend who asks nothing of me, except digging a hole and planting a tree
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Added on March 14, 2009Last Updated on March 14, 2009 AuthorMichaelBeaufort, SCAboutWinner of the 2007 Espy Award for light verse. My quote for life: "Poets my not change the world, but we do start the quiver in the snow that grows into the avalanche of change. That is enough f.. more..Writing
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