deepundergroundpoetry.com
tree by the lane
Trees by the lane
By the old road, few cars use stand two trees
the oldest one is leaning on the bough of the young on
Mother and daughter, I take it.
The old tree is blind, and the hearing is almost gone and
leave it to her daughter to tell what is passing.
Not many hunters this year mother and their barking dogs,
just as well the old lady says, I have been shot twice by
hunters mistake my exposed root for a rabbit it didn`t
half hurt and I will not mention what the dogs get up to.
One day two men in a jeep stopped by the trees looked up
to the old mother and said: time to chop down the old hag.
The leaves on the young ones stressed and froze.
What did they say the mother wanted to know?
Nothing to worry about mother they are talking about
some trees further down the road.
The daughter knew soon she would be alone by the lane
talking to no one just standing there as the seasons pass.
By the old road, few cars use stand two trees
the oldest one is leaning on the bough of the young on
Mother and daughter, I take it.
The old tree is blind, and the hearing is almost gone and
leave it to her daughter to tell what is passing.
Not many hunters this year mother and their barking dogs,
just as well the old lady says, I have been shot twice by
hunters mistake my exposed root for a rabbit it didn`t
half hurt and I will not mention what the dogs get up to.
One day two men in a jeep stopped by the trees looked up
to the old mother and said: time to chop down the old hag.
The leaves on the young ones stressed and froze.
What did they say the mother wanted to know?
Nothing to worry about mother they are talking about
some trees further down the road.
The daughter knew soon she would be alone by the lane
talking to no one just standing there as the seasons pass.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 0
reads 638
Commenting Preference:
The author is looking for friendly feedback.