Michael Wise Poet Rhyme

My Old Friend

In a place
where poems rhyme
I found the tree
I used to climb

On the corner
of my school
she casts her shade
and keeps it cool

She hasn't changed
as much as I
Her leaves still seem
to touch the sky

Forty some odd
years have passed
since her strong limbs
had held me last

Nice to see you
my old friend
I'd love to climb you
once again

And dream of days
and things gone by
amid your branches
in the sky


© Mike Wise
10-3-21

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Charles Messina February 12, 2023 at 3:20 AM Nice, Michael. I once wrote a poem about a story of a tree I carved mine and a young ladies initials in while camping. I went back 40 years later and the tree and our initials were still there :) Charlie Michael Wise February 12, 2023 at 9:11 AM That's so sweet! I carved a lady's initials next to mine on a tree back about 15 years ago, but she was someone I loved from afar. She never did become mine, but I've often thought about going back to see if I could find that tree and to see if those initials are still there. Many thanks Charles! :)

P.S. Awtry January 4, 2022 at 12:41 PM How has this gem gotten no comments? What is going on on this site of late. smh. This is sweet and nostalgic and dreamy and a FAV for me! Loved every bit from the first phrase onward. :) Michael Wise January 12, 2022 at 2:06 PM Many thanks, my friend! :)