Tree in Newfoundland

Reads: 90  | Likes: 0  | Shelves: 0  | Comments: 1

More Details
Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
My friend told me to write about a tree. So I did.

Submitted: November 11, 2012

A A A | A A A

Submitted: November 11, 2012



I stand strong on a blistery hill

I watch the sea roll and churn with the tide

When a lover came by with a knife in his hand

And drew forth his blade; cut through my side


As snow falls down from a gloomy grey sky

That lover returns with a rose crimson red

He lays it a my feet with a shivering hand

Then left me to watch over a city so dead


Looking over the cliffs at the summer storm

The lover returned one night, then ran away

And years passed by, the rose was lost

He left for the world, while I must stay


Years passed by slowly, five and then ten

When the lover returned with a girl in tow

He pointed to the heart he stabbed in my side

Then pointed to the water and whispered, “Let’s go.”

© Copyright 2017 CaptainDana. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments: