Trees Float Below the Clouds
Trees in my neighborhood walk around naked
On land, on ground, out loud below the clouds
Rooted in history stepping out on the town
Out of their depths somehow in hurricanes
Dreaming of becoming pirates lost at sea
Wooden limbs or legs that once limped along highways at home
Leap over waves, branching out opened to the ocean's roar
Sails unfurl on their mighty mast of power as hearty creaks
Circumnavigating not only the world but flowing sheets
Bushes can only shake in place as shrubbery
Everyone knows how boring shrubbery can be
Trees stop traffic when they fall on the streets
They can't walk on water
But given half a chance they can float
At sea it is easy being a tree
Copyright © Earl Schumacker | Year Posted 2021
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment