Aching Tree Poem by Phil Soar

Aching Tree



I sat below the tree and listened to it ache
Branches swaying in the wind
I worried that they'd break
The times I've paid a visit
It always welcomed me
I sit and breathe and listen to
That beautiful aching tree

Friday, January 9, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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