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That Old Tree

Contributed by TheJMan on Sunday, 20th December 2009 @ 10:45:48 PM in AEST
Topic: surreal



Outside my window
I see an old maple tree
No matter how many seasons come and go
The Leaves continue falling endlessly

A young boy full of spirit With a little red book
Sits under it everyday
Writing, drawing as if it were a calling
And his mind wondering away

I've yet to hear it but know its loud and clear
As those leaves fall slowly year after year

That old tree
Has seen so many days
And right there with it
Sits that boy and there he stays

It seems to be that to me
It's more than a tree
It's a world, a universe
As big as the eye can see

And so I sit
Watching curiously
As that boy continues
To live with his tree




Copyright © TheJMan ... [ 2009-12-20 22:45:48]
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Re: That Old Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Sunday, 20th December 2009 @ 11:05:23 PM AEST
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i like this can picture it in my mind and can feel the continuous motion of life and thoughts with your description, endlessly ,every day, continues, with a very peaceful place to be to just sit and watch.


Re: That Old Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by Fuzzy on Monday, 21st December 2009 @ 01:31:27 AM AEST
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Liked this very much and very well written.
Take care.


Re: That Old Tree (User Rating: 1 )
by laststarontheleft on Monday, 21st December 2009 @ 02:33:42 AM AEST
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I really like this!
There used to be a big tree outside my house
when I was little, and I was always sitting under
it with my colouring book and pens!
A lovely nostalgic piece, nicely done!
Thankyou......
Star x x x




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