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Trees
By Meghan Doyle
Those majestic kings
That make up a forest.
Whose advantage we take
To make all kinds of things.
Those leaves
A hearth, warmed by the stove of the sun,
Patterns like a cobblestone street,
With bricks side by side it, deceives.
And the branch,
A bow, bending under an archers hand.
In the autumn,
It lets slip the leaves in an avalanche.
And behold the trunk,
Bare, like a dirt road through an empty country.
One of these kings is taken from its throne,
And used to make one soldier's bunk.
By Meghan Doyle
Those majestic kings
That make up a forest.
Whose advantage we take
To make all kinds of things.
Those leaves
A hearth, warmed by the stove of the sun,
Patterns like a cobblestone street,
With bricks side by side it, deceives.
And the branch,
A bow, bending under an archers hand.
In the autumn,
It lets slip the leaves in an avalanche.
And behold the trunk,
Bare, like a dirt road through an empty country.
One of these kings is taken from its throne,
And used to make one soldier's bunk.
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This is a poem that I had to write for English class.
Enjoy.
Enjoy.
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