My Thinking Tree Poem by Elizabeth Walker

My Thinking Tree

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I sit in a spot so high above the ground
I'm so very lost in thought I hardly hear a sound
I look around and think sitting in a slouch
happy to be outside not parked upon my couch
the air is very cool here
breezes blow in my hair
I daydream and fantasize
then wish I were there

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Elizabeth Walker

Elizabeth Walker

Winston Salem, North Carolina
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