The Tree. Poem by alan robertson

The Tree.



Upon a tree infested hill,
Wind-blown and golden,
My leafy love sits waiting,
A lonely monarch
hidden from the world,
Reigning mightily over her kingdom.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: lonely,tree,wind
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