A boy with a hatchet, a tree and an arm
tied taut to his alibis, for he meant her no harm,
for he knew she would soon, let her branches grow free
but for the time he might rest his eyes in the sea.
With a rust covered anchor and an ax at his side,
his boat would hold steady, through the oncoming tide
as the tree would grow taller and the foxes would dance
the boy thought it folly and scoffed at the chance.
But the boy would grow lonely, and the tree would also rot
Clink! Clink! went his anchor, and away float his yacht.
But now the tree missed the boy she'd once loved,
away, floats his body, away floats her love.
This reminds me of a more upbeat version of Shel Silverstein's The Giving Tree. I love thie title!
ReplyDeleteI thought the same thing as Ms. Herlihy! I used to love that story and this poem is so similar. The rhyme scheme and voice made it sound like a fairy tale. It's adorable and fun to read!!! :) Nice!
ReplyDeleteThis is great Clay. You've got a thing for imagery and it definitely shows here!
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