Fay Slimm

Rookie - 102 Points (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)

Trees Like Me. - Poem by Fay Slimm

If a tree could be me, and I the tree,
it would be fun to feel
wet droplets race,
after rain, down my body,
trickle freely
through deep clefts
between my hairy toes, lace
my roots with earthy mineral water,
which then,
sucked up through cells
in roughened trunk
for distribution everywhere,
is wisely brought
into my branchy tops,
and greedy drunk
by all my green-veined leaves,
like filtered wine.

Distilled from deep beneath the ground,
ambrosial, nectared,
sun-powered juice,
oozing life, refined by upward climb,
which, assisted by osmosis,
finds its way into my cells,
energises all of me,
helps me breathe out oxygen
which humans need for life,
and gives me use.

Yet trees like me
are dying through pollution.
What happens then,
when all the trees are gone?
Life on earth
will become a travesty.
A parody, which will be worthless.
The trees and I agree,
may that never be.


Comments about Trees Like Me. by Fay Slimm

  • (12/24/2009 11:11:00 AM)


    There is a so fine poem... Trees it is really similar to poets
    And without them would be colourless our poetry.. 10x10...
    Merry Christmas, dear Fay..
    Tsira
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  • (12/11/2009 4:14:00 PM)


    Trees are fascinating and people are like some trees I know of. I wrote a poem about that. I nice approach and, unfortunate, your ending needs to be well taken. (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2009 5:23:00 AM)


    a tree is a wonder lovely poem fay 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 11, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 5, 2010


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