It is only a tree, that’s what some of them say
But it isn’t to me, I don’t see it that way
The world changed this past year, we stayed inside to cope
Often crippled with fear, one thing gave me hope
My tree blossomed in Spring, then the birds made their nest
I heard the chicks sing, as their rearing progressed
A distraction from gloom, I relished the sight
Of my garden abloom as the fledglings took flight
The world stuttered and stalled, with folk never knowing
I was sad but enthralled as I watched my fruit growing
Harvest time arrived, we were back on our feet
With old times revived, we could gather and meet
But the chill set in and the people retreated
As my tree shed it’s skin, bad times were repeated.
Now it reaches for light and dresses for spring
It’s been a hard fight but now the birds sing
It’s ‘only’ a tree, I hear some of them say
But it means more to me, as it brightens my day.
#NAWorldPoetryDay
Great to see you back, lovely poem too
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Thank you. I’m rarely on here despite often saying I will be. Life gets in the way! I’m glad to see you still here. I’ll hopefully have a read of your blog soon.
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What a wonderful poem! We used what we could to get us through this past year. Glad to see your words again… even if it is only a brief appearance.
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Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve been writing and I’ve missed it. I had a peek on your page a few weeks ago, loving all your prompt work. I wish they’d bring back the daily prompt, that always gave me a push to write.
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I have a site you can go to to find LOTS of daily inspiration. Cee has a collection of a bunch of challenges – writing, photography and music. You can explore all sorts of daily and weekly challenges. I hope you can find something to keep you writing!
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Thanks, I’ll check out her blog.
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You are welcome.
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