Brianna Wilshusen

Rookie (June 22,1992 / Waterville)

A Tree - Poem by Brianna Wilshusen

A tree so tender,
So loving and kind
Help it to survive,
This cold winter drift.

I'm so cold and lonely,
In this clearing from home.
In the middle of nothing,
Away from my dear brethren.
The winter's upcoming chill,
No others to help warm me.
Why did the humans have to come,
To the home that created me.
They cut away my family,
Leaving me here to rot cold.

'Chop them away boys! '
He did so command.
'Leave none but this here,
This one is my prize.'

Never again will I see my friends,
The ones human kind stole from my heart.
Why will they not take me too?
Is it the faries I hold?
I protect them now as children,
They are my very last hope in life.
I tell them to run and be free,
But they heed not of my warnings.
They need me to survive,
There are no more like me.
Without them I would die,
And they all know this truth.


Comments about A Tree by Brianna Wilshusen

  • (10/24/2008 1:56:00 PM)


    Vividly portrayed with conversation and personification. You invite the reader to participate and in your own way identify with its predicament as well as that of many people. No one likes to be left behind except for very good reasons. (Report) Reply

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  • (10/1/2008 11:40:00 AM)


    well thought and written..........keep it up! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Monday, September 15, 2008


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