Poet’s Garden

nature, Personal Reflection, play on words 1 Minute 
I want to climb
the poet tree
and see the world
as poets see.

I want to go out 
on every limb
and find out how
to prune and trim.

I want to know
about every root,
the hunt and suck
of nutritional loot.

And what about 
the flowers and bark
those beautiful accessories 
that make their mark.

Yes, of all the 
many trees I know
the poet tree
is the first I’d grow.

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