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My Old Friend
Contributed by
aliopterix
on
Thursday, 26th January 2012 @ 10:12:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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My Old Friend
Winter is beautiful but when the snow clears I look out of my window and all is grey As if the sky has had its colour taken away Whilst G-d decides what to put in its place
Today is such a day the sky full of tears The wind cannot keep the clouds at bay So gloomy is it that in my bed I may lay Nothing can put a smile upon my face
Through the window I see my old friend Standing tall behind the old brown fence There upon the merest patch of grass He whiles away his years keeping watch
His foliage was gone come autumns end Against biting winds for him no defence I know that soon the time will come to pass When buds will start to grow upon the branch
Then with sun once more high in the sky He reaches out his old and blackened arms Beseeching the life-green blood to flow Around his body from the buds to his roots
That is the time in bed I will not lay But visit and upon him lay my palms Spring the life-bringer replaces snow And fosters the birth of healthy shoots
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2012-01-26 22:12:38] (Date/Time posted on
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