May 7, 2012
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Age
Guy wires and wood
Scoured hands and tanned poresWrap the straps in soft hose
Anchor the giddy branches to the groundNo, no, hold it steady
So you can forgetCome back, please.
When it has fallen
Guy wires and wood
Scoured hands and tanned pores
Wrap the straps in soft hose
Anchor the giddy branches to the ground
No, no, hold it steady
So you can forget
Come back, please.
When it has fallen
Comments (8)
I was seeing a pine - a little one. No photo??
@murisopsis - I had a photo actually and I took it out...
This reminds me of a poem I had written a couple of years ago.
I love the image your poem brings to mind.
I'm unhappy when trees are taken down.
I gave up hose because I don't have the legs for them.
@Roadkill_Spatula - You're a hose
@heart_beep - How about when they fall?
@ZSA_MD - Thank you Zakiah...
Get out, you hoser.
@HereLiesNelsontheGreat - Same sadness when they fall. ):