i like trees


Rogie


Wood, water, wind and stone
I sit by myself, on my own,
in the bracken, 'neath the birch,
aside the rocks, within my church,
casting thoughts upon the stream
hooking legend for my dream.



Poetry by macpherson
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Written on 2005-10-03 at 00:23

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jacy
i don't see what the title of the poem means. kinda through me off the poem :(
2005-10-03