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    If I couldn’t stay as me,
    think I’d like to be a tree.
    Put down roots and hold my ground,
    to that spot I would be bound.

    Squirrels/birds would make their home,
    venture out from there they’d roam.
    Most content right where I sat,
    my only goal just getting fat.

    I could handle wind and rain,
    but hurricanes would be a pain.
    Growing old right where I stood,
    unless I became firewood.


  • #2
    This sounds like a children's book! I can imagine the illustrations (which is good because I don't know how to draw). Have you considered using it that way?

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    • #3
      Had not - will give it some thought. Thank you.

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      • #4
        Love this. I also write rhyme for children - they would love it!

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        • #5
          This is a very good children's poem, and I can picture the illustrations (though I could not draw them) in my head, too. I know children's rhymes is something you do, BobGrant (your RZ Group gave it away) and the children's poetry of yours I've read is much better than some I bought for my children when they were little. If you don't illustrate you should seriously look for a collaborator.

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          • #6
            A noble write, BG, and a noble endeavor. To be a tree.

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            • #7
              Thank you.

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              • #8
                Dank.

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                • #9
                  Originally posted by BobGrantKC View Post
                  If I couldn’t stay as me,
                  think I’d like to be a tree.
                  Put down roots and hold my ground,
                  to that spot I would be bound.

                  Squirrels/birds would make their home,
                  venture out from there they’d roam.
                  Most content right where I sat,
                  my only goal just getting fat.

                  I could handle wind and rain,
                  but hurricanes would be a pain.
                  Growing old right where I stood,
                  unless I became firewood.
                  You have an amazing and a beautiful idea about our nature. You simply allow us to appreciate trees in your poem. I like your style!

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                  • #10
                    Thank you - this is an oldie. I sort of quit posting here - felt that I had overrun my limited talents.

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                    • #11
                      Maybe it's time for a sequel??

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                      • #12
                        Maybe - but I really have "no idea" why this one got some legs?

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