If Money Grew On Trees Poem by Troy Cochran

If Money Grew On Trees

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If money grew on trees
replacing all the leaves,
turning yellow in the fall,
or not ripening at all,
littering up the ground,
slowly turning brown,
getting soggy from the rain,
and brittle by degrees,
blown into the streets,
and clogging city drains,
I could not possibly account
for all of these.

We'd all be rich, but we'd be drowned
by all the treasure on the ground:
impatient for the ripening,
exhausted by the raking,
raking, raking,
always losing a percentage to the freeze.

If money grew on trees,
be they hundred-dollar bills,
I cannot help but wonder:
would I come to dream about
that other wealth, and long forgotten hills
beyond the measure of my eyes
to count? Would I miss the leaves
that so abundantly
endow me now?

Saturday, August 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: leaves,nature,value,wealth
Kumarmani Mahakul 10 August 2019

Losing a percentage to the freeze money would grow in trees replacing the brown leaves. An amazing poem of imagination you have shared.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 10 August 2019

A great imaginative write. Everybody is rich yet is there peace and contentment? The third stanza gives us things to ponder about. Beautifully written and conveyed.

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