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Once
a friend was a tree
sometimes it was a “she”
while other times it was a “he”
I
looked up to you
and I sang to my heart’s content
you never minded all the time that we spent
Had
you a person been
you would have complained
when on your limbs I climbed and played
A
little sappy
I liked how your leaves sang
you’d tickle me as I’d swing and hang
Tall
like a mighty ship
I could spy from the highest tip
trying to keep my feet from a serious slip
Friend
you never told secrets
I could hide when I was afraid
memories in your golden boughs I would never trade
The prompt for Poet’s United Mid-week Motif is Trees.
What memories do you have as a child in the trees????
penned in moon dust 