Thursday, November 14, 2013

Out of The Window, Emma


The Buckthorn Tree
The leaves rustle on the ground
All the trees bare
Except the old buckthorn tree, which is still sprouting green leaves

Since I was young the buckthorn was a thing of magic and mystery
Its tangled branches and twisted roots grew larger and larger just as I did

I still look up to the tree
I look at it's green leaves, tangled branches, and twisted roots
I wonder what sort of stories it could tell if it could speak
All the years it grew and grew and watched me grow and grow

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