To the tree, to the tree, the tree that beckons me,
To the tree I must go, through wind rain sleet and snow!
Riding off to the morning sky! There is no life here its about to die!
Hooray shouts the madman, Hooray shouts the maid!
Whats the use? Memories they just fade..... Until the next and the next, I'm out of text.
Where is the virtue of being free? The tree ,the tree the tree!
My poem LOL
In reply to doggie:
Thanx Alan I know I got lost!
Sorry Regards micolo
John Lennon gave for peace,hoped and prayed for wars to cease,
Endings to them ,sadly not!
Five cold bullets was all he got!
As we recall his last forty years, we come to 1980 possibly in tears!
But halt do not cry,
It wasn't John's choice the way he should die?
I'm a Beatles fan
In reply to robin1966:
We've split this thread to make it easier for everyone to see your poems in a thread of their own!
Warden Intern at Otmoor.
In reply to IanH:
Well done Micolo, very nice :)
"Each kindness shown to birds or men is sure to flutter back again"
In reply to HAZY:
Thanx Hazy you can tell all my garden birds are sitting on their nests when I resort to poetry! And not the camera to keep me occupied!
Yep, it's pretty quiet compared to usual with bird numbers dropping as they are busy building nests and maybe going further afield. Keep the poetry going Micolo, it's so nice to read.
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