Tree Attack - Poem by Ima Ryma
An old elm tree stands all alone
On top of a small barren hill.
It's strange that nothing else has grown
Around the tree, and all is still.
There are no sounds of bug or bird.
I walk up the hill till I reach
The tree trunk. Massive is the word,
With overhanging branches - each
Appearing ominous in shape.
Suddenly I am struck by one.
It wraps around my arm like tape.
Breaking free, I begin to run.
I glance back at that old elm tree.
Branches are coming after me.
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