Post by Normandy and Picardy on Nov 16, 2016 16:34:05 GMT
As I was walking home the other day, I noticed a tree and a poetry craze came over me for whatever reason, and this is the poem that came from that. It is called 'The Thinking Tree', and I leave this poem fully open to your interpretations (in fact, I'd be interested to see your interpretations of it). Anyway, here you go...
The Thinking Tree
The Thinking Tree
I once sat under a thinking a tree
A grand old thinking tree
It guided me through all my problems;
It chased them all away
As I caressed its golden arms
Its hands reaching to the sky
The sky!
I push away from its cold embrace
The horrific, insidious, abominable snare, its leaves all grey, I think
I remember the old thinking tree
I ran from it, always returned
As the sun rises, I hold onto it
I let go as the sun flees
Through harsh, cruel winters, an oblivion or more
It serenaded me silently
And in summer, in summer it stood brilliant and proud
But they were brief, and the magic faded
Its arms grew limp, its hands fell downwards
Yet I sat still
I always sat
My hands now reach with his...
A grand old thinking tree
It guided me through all my problems;
It chased them all away
As I caressed its golden arms
Its hands reaching to the sky
The sky!
I push away from its cold embrace
The horrific, insidious, abominable snare, its leaves all grey, I think
I remember the old thinking tree
I ran from it, always returned
As the sun rises, I hold onto it
I let go as the sun flees
Through harsh, cruel winters, an oblivion or more
It serenaded me silently
And in summer, in summer it stood brilliant and proud
But they were brief, and the magic faded
Its arms grew limp, its hands fell downwards
Yet I sat still
I always sat
My hands now reach with his...