Tree lined

Posted on August 20, 2023 by Rex Tyler

A tasteful construct
That seemingly sucked
Graced with the waste
On which some food we taste
A hollow perhaps
At the sight of the sap
From the tree’s heart
Did lap
The cry of the bough
With the silence of now

About Rex Tyler

I love animals. I enjoy writing poetry and delivering speeches.I like to mentor people who need help in preparing speeches and evaluations.I enjoy travel although it is much harder for me these days.I so enjoyed the Andes Mountains and Volcanoes and the Quichua people who live and thrive there.I have lots of friends around the world.
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