The Tree Poem by Phil Soar

The Tree

Rating: 4.8

I find it very hard to see
Why I grew up to be a tree
I grow my leaves and then they fall
I don't know why they grow at all
I'm home to insects bugs and lice
They eat my bark, which isn't nice
I'm older than the oldest man
I spread my branches where I can
But seldom have I felt at ease
For I have caught Dutch Elm disease
Yet every year I have new buds
And love my life within the woods

Monday, October 27, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
Sandra Feldman 27 October 2014

A tree speaks thru poetry. Wonderful poem, loved it and felt all its greenery. Love good poetry and trees. Thank you.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 October 2014

Yeas one human being should follow a tree. Tree is the secret of greengage and oxygen both. Tree is key of sustaining of life. Very beautifully written.

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What the tree feels about its existence very nicely written.

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John Brown 01 September 2015

This one made me smile.

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Kinyua Karanja 23 June 2015

Great... 'love my life within the woods'

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Ging Taping 19 June 2015

I spread my branches where I can...nice line. It brings comfort to those who need..

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Hans Vr 05 December 2014

Wow, a personificaiton of a tree. Well done, Phil

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