(must be read out loud with a british accent)
This tree has become
my friend of late.
Only fitting
a poem has been wrote
Quiet and gentle,
bracing this spinning world.
A perfect perch
are it's branches
Oval leaves
fill the tree.
And sweet rotten apples
scent the air.
October-3rd-2008
2 comments:
Hip hip hooray!
We all like it. Well done.
And rest assured that it was read aloud in a British accent.
-The Writer's Guild
mmmmmm.
I must say... lovely.
It is very warm and thick, but not drudging.
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