Is It Poetry

Gold Star - 35,934 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

Rich In Love - Poem by Is It Poetry

Watching free from thought.
Remember all the leaves.
From the branches
where they fell.
The moving branches are.
I have sight of one.
Around the water hole.
One hunts and I.
The grass is green,
some leaves are brown.
I sit up in the tree.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, February 11, 2013

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