Modest Giant Poem by james watkin

Modest Giant



For its trees' proud boast
Nothing lusty heard
Of itself gleamy leaved, raised is.
Its bird; left to it.
With an upheaved breast
To sing, far and wide, its praises.

Monday, September 26, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: tree
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james watkin

james watkin

Melbourne Australia
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