Sunlite Wanter Poet Narrative

My Old Companions

My Old Companions

Once you arched where children play,
Heard the laughter and slapping of tether balls;
Roads made of sand with little boy sounds
A long time ago.

You have been my friends, my loyal protectors,
Though storms have gnarled your limbs.
Home to owls, blue jays and sparrows,
Your friends, my friends.

I’ve watched your siblings’ peeling bark,
And I believe I heard your cries,
As cracks appeared and chainsaws neared,
You had to say goodbyes.

As long as you will umbrella my head,
As long as you will whisper your truths,
Through seasons’ breezes and your lot in life,
I will love you.

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Freddie Robinson Jr. June 28, 2017 at 2:40 PM Very serene and insightful poem, Sunlite. You penned an apt description of trees. Love the title too. Enjoyed reading this poem very much. Love and smiles always. Sunlite Wanter June 30, 2017 at 6:03 PM Thank you for your kind comment.

James Edward Lee Sr. June 18, 2017 at 5:28 PM Great, I am looking beyond the true essences of your thought process. But could words above also represent Grandparents, A house/castle, Elderly widow/woman one could exchange Tree and enter one of these just a creative observance narrative, mean no harm I just saw other things as well as "trees" I'm a new follower Yeah!!! Don't stop writing, feel what you write, write what you feel Blessings & Poetically yours ---James Edward Lee Sr. Sunlite Wanter June 30, 2017 at 6:04 PM Oh, you are really appreciated. I find trees to have personalities; once wrote a poem "Trees Are People, Too."

Heidi Sands June 17, 2017 at 1:56 PM This is such a sweet write about the trees. I love it :) Sunlite Wanter June 30, 2017 at 6:06 PM And sweet of you, Heidi!

Connie Marcum Wong June 11, 2017 at 5:13 AM I dearly love poetry about trees Sunlite. You share an intimacy with nature that is so beautiful. They truly are our protectors and friends and they keep a record of time within their trunks. I don't doubt that they also hold within a memory. ; ) Sunlite Wanter June 30, 2017 at 6:08 PM That is really an appreciated comment!

Dale Gregory Cozart June 10, 2017 at 11:18 AM I can hear you saying this. It has a calm, comfortable sound. Sunlite Wanter June 30, 2017 at 6:09 PM I didn't realize I had not thanked you for this kind comment. So thank you now, Dale.