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Pookey's Poems

(03/06/1959 / Chicago)

Me The Tree


It started as a skinny runt
Got picked on and made fun of
Almost tossed and given up on
Until someone came upon it

This peculiar looking twig
Always seemed a little off
It had so much to give
It was made from love

It wasn't the smartest tree
It never asked for help
Just stood there silently
It's branches reaching out

It waited for that someone
To come along and commit
It waited for that someone
To love and take care it

Someone had come along
That someone saw the beauty
That lies so deep
They knew there was a reason

For fate to joined the two
Just like you and me
This tree that I write of
This tree is a replica me

I needed your support
And you were there for me
I can be your rock and
As long as you need me

Submitted: Friday, August 18, 2006
Edited: Thursday, August 26, 2010
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