Some Poetry from my Book


The Legend of the Wildenbury Tree

When Williet began to bloom
The stars above called out to the moon
The sun saw itself in dewdrops strewn
Across the grass

The Wildenbury tree heard the noise
The cacophony of the forests’ joys
It twisted and its warm wood made the choice
To sing of its past

The trees know that one day he’ll come
The man who understands their inner hum
One touch and the tree’s melody will be known
From it’s rising and falling at last

When the Wildenbury finds its true friend
Roots touching like veins end to end
The forest will ring as the trees sing and blend
Their voices louder than brass

(This is from my book; Roots Entwine


One comment

  1. sherijkennedyriverside · February 26, 2016

    I love this! Very worthy of being legendary. 🙂


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