Elizabeth Walker

Rookie - 20 Points (11/01/1985 / Winston Salem, North Carolina)

My Thinking Tree

Poem by Elizabeth Walker

I sit in a spot so high above the ground
I'm so very lost in thought I hardly hear a sound
I look around and think sitting in a slouch
happy to be outside not parked upon my couch
the air is very cool here
breezes blow in my hair
I daydream and fantasize
then wish I were there


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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 8, 2004

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 7, 2012