I sat by the riverbank
to dine on my crisps
watching toadstools
and blue bells
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he hacked and slashed and yelled in tears wasting his voice as a tree has no ears.... the tree was dead. i went home to bed...... very good poem. emotions of rage, questioning, destruction..... and the poet watching it all...... tha nkyou for this poem full of emotion and thinking. tony
Narration of the river, the oak tree and the rage of the farmer who ultimately axed the old tree are remarkable and made the poem touching. Nice work. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
Really an interesting narrative written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.