Ricky Brown Poet I do not know?

The Tree

7-10-2012		The Tree
				The tree I climb is work,
				Finding along the way ,my family,
				I see friends in taller trees,higher than above me,
				A few climbers lager,
				When the hard winds blow,a few fall out,
				Not to be seen again,until their offspring reappear,
				Ode to the tree climbers,
				Up above the ground-at least,
				Away from the bottom feeders,
				Who can not find a reason,
				To look up,away from the ground,
				The beast of the flowing water,
				For what reason are they calling.

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Carol Sunshine Brown July 11, 2012 at 12:17 PM It was such a pleasure to read your poetry today Ricky. I hope to be able in the next few weeks to find the time and energy to read and comment. May you walk through the garden of inspiration and continue to write and share your poetry with us. Love, Carol