Inside A Forest Poem by james watkin

Inside A Forest



A seed pushed and pushed whereby
Imbedding in the sun's eye
It, as a tree, was contemplated.
Sourest winds then muttered by.
Flicked across a valley floor
Defying them, made them sore.
Who for root, cant be extricated;
Nor for trunk teased anymore.

Wednesday, February 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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