Forest Poem by Della Perry

Forest



His arms reach down around us
Big, bulky and terrifying
His feet are rooted to the spot
Swaying slightly in the breeze
His friends live all around him
And his enemies!
Tall and solid, unmoving
A bunch of brothers akin
A family tree.
To the earth, the ground, the breeze
His coat is of the finest ivy green
Reaching up to his crown
Falling down below gnarled knees
He is the King of the Forest
He is the oak tree.

Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: children
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Personification for children
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Liza Sudina 09 September 2015

Della! wonderful! but why the name of a poem is not oak'?

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Della Perry 07 October 2015

i might change it, thanks for reading x

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