Tree At My Window

Written for Glosa Contest, a tribute to great poet Robert Frost.....

Tree At My Window:

 

Tree at my window, window tree,

My sash is lowered when night comes on;

 But let there never be curtain drawn

Between you and me.

                                    -Robert Frost

 

 

A tree at my window, window tree,

Tingles all the time, standing by the sill

Sways breeze around happy and free,

Gazing at the birds I stand there still.

 

My sash is lowered when night comes on,

The tree still sways, sways all the time,

I looked at the time as I start to yawn,

Breeze sweeps in jingling the chime.

 

But let there never be curtain drawn,

Along with me this tree had grown old,

It waves tirelessly till I wake at dawn,

For ‘tis my buddy, we hold secrets untold.

 

Between you and me,

A strong bond people shall see,

For I’ll soon pass and you’ll be,

To my son, guard as his own tree.

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AWARDS/ BADGES WON:

3rd best over all

Sep 23, 2011

• Poetry at its strongest
• Tree At My Window

5th Place

Mar 23, 2012

• Writer Cafe's Next Top Poet
• Tree At My Window

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

This is wonderful. A great tribute to Robert Frost. I think he just might have written something like this himself!

[Brianna Brie]

Beautiful idea! Loved reading your poem. Thanks for sharing!

[Helen Crutchett]

Hi Poet's World.....you had me at "Robert Frost" lol. Seriously though, he could have written this! Beautiful poem penned so eloquently. Thank you for submitting this to my contest!

[Dearantlers]

I love Robert Frost, and the way you put his poem in your poem is amazing. Wonderful idea, and I loved it!~

[joshua deathdealer]

Beautiful and I like the peaceful feel. Excellent work ...love Robert Frost..xx

[Lily Mae]

This reminds me of my Grandfather.. He'd sit like that and look outside his window and day dream:) Thank you for reminding me of those wonderful days with your more then excellent write:) xx

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Perfect write, it all flows together so well,
Love the rhyme scheme and the meaning of the write.
So well written and expressed!

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. Those things in a life we hold special like a tree. A old rose bush or garden. I go to my Grandfather old house. The cherry blossoms blood every year. Pride and joy for him. I like how you made the tree and the man close friends. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote