My friend did call me–just today
To say a thing or two
About his wife and kids–grandkids
Filled me out of the blue
Through panes of glass a tree does see
My life within this room
Growing, seeding, flowering–feeding
Nourish me from my gloom
A tree, a friend, my life–depends
On sup they may provide
"lil" difference by God– the pair
From Him I cannot hide.
Augustus / Folsom / October 2016
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 15th, 2016 08:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Yesterday, I received a call from an old friend.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments4
I love that!
Thanks a bunch.
I THINK THAT I SHALL NEVER SEE A THING AS LOVELY AS A TREE ! Thanks for sharing "A" Friends ~ Trees ~ GOD ~ all these things are in a continuum ~ which makes life worth living ! Your Friend BRIAN
Experimented with different meter. Thanks.
Awesome Awesome write
Thanks.
Welcome
lovely..x.
Thanks for reading.
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