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.
Copyright © Ricky Brown | Year Posted 2012
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