The Tree

I can feel the warm sunshine bathing me in light
Comfortable, joyful, pure
I see bright green grass, soft on my feet
Lush and cool
I am happy here
I smile here
I sit in the tree
Never really climbed, more like embraced by
The air carries sounds of weekend mornings
I see a little orange chair
Sitting securely in a wagon
A young boy, still in pajamas, riding happily
Pulled behind a riding mower
A treat, a little bit of fun, in the shadow of a great man
He nurtures the tree from where I watch
He nurtures me when I am not looking
Memories at times are hard to grasp
But from the tree I can see them clearly
A speck of time, long ago
A little yellow dog, a checkered blanket
Orange juice from a small glass
In the tree life is still simple
The air is pure, the memories are sweet
If I get sad today, this is where you will find me
Sitting quietly with my memories
Here, in the tree

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I am so glad you are here. Please make yourself at home, here, next to the arm-chair. Let us talk of poetry and life; let us laugh and crack jokes; let us rule the world with our lofty thoughts and electrodes for those out of line.Most likely I will pee a little when we laugh, and my thoughts are usually random rather than lofty, but you know what they say: “The dog of the exceptional wisdom has the bird of sleeping monkeys in his dreams!”Anyway, I was talking to a guy the other day who was high on pot (he was standing on the toilet) and I mentioned my fear of bush hogs and roaches. He comforted me and then asked why I was in the stall with him.So there you go, my full life story nowhere on this page. I feel like we know each other so much better now. Sometimes I’m serious, sometimes I seriously funny, sometimes I’m seriously gassy. I am at all times grateful for your support.If you have an idea to share, or just want to drop a line, you can contact me at peanuttyoh@yahoo.comBe excellent to each other and glitter on glitterbombs.
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Randall Smith

Can I sit by the tree with you? The feeling of peace and warmth surrounds this poem. thank you for sharing


Loved your poem as I love the trees too. Wow I am so pleased people find the comfort in the old bark and boughs that seem to protect and give us comfort for awhile.



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