Poem: “Meditations Under a Tree”
Copyright 2014 by Bob Rogers
Gentle brown leaves on the ground
Stout trees proud of tradition
Supported by eternal grass
Crisp cool wind caressing me.
Back against the oak
Tradition supports nicely
A squirrel darting by
The world races on
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Posted on May 9, 2014, in Uncategorized and tagged change, comfort, poem, poetry, tradition. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.
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