Monday, May 05, 2008

Gallant Tree

Oh friendly tree I love thy breeze
more than you’ll ever know
but I can’t bend with supple ease
like thee when tempests blow;
contentment courses through thy veins
yet someday thou will leave
and here beside thy bare remains
will end my short reprieve.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

;)

Unknown said...

Wonderful!

ozymandiaz said...

an ode to an ode...
had to say it.
don't know why
anyhow
fun read

rch said...

hope I'm not barking up the wrong tree :D