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My Tree

written by: T.W.N.D

Walking alone in the woods
I found a tree.
It was large and strong,
Brown and tough,
But looked beautiful.
It's branches sticking out,
Everywhere.
And I couldn't look away oddly.
Night drew near and soon lost
I had no place to stay.
Alone and afraid I searched for shelter.
Looking, the other trees, they seemed
Harsh and weak.
So the large, brown, tough tree
Was my shelter.
When dew first fell I awoke.
Looking around I felt the warmth of
My tree.
Yes, it was now my tree.
A place I longed to be and always
Came to.
For I never felt myself
When surrounded by the city
But in the woods, by that tree,
Was home.

Comments:

Thu, Aug 19, 2010 at 11:01PM

I can't decide if it's more beautiful being read literally or metaphorically. That's a testament to your work's dexterity; the greatest poetry is interpreted differently by every reader. Fantastic piece!

Thu, Aug 19, 2010 at 11:05PM

Thanks I was hoping some people would read it for what it is and others for something deeper. Obviously I have my own interpretation though.

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