Friday, March 3, 2017
Bush
I've seen many things in my life. I have felt the cool rain on my branches, and the wind moving me in every direction. The sun shining down on my green pines. The mountains before me, towering above the clouds. I wish I was a mountain, people would respect you. People run over me, and pull on my pines. Humans worship the mountains, but not the bushes. We get cut down and abused, the trees even more so. I wouldn't mind being a bird. soaring higher than the mountains. Free and agile. Although I may be a home for rabbits, maybe even birds. I want to find my own home. Not be one.
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7 comments:
I love the last two lines in this poem so much. I say "poem" even thought it is written as prose. It just sounds like a poem to me. :)
^^^ that was me. I accidentally hit the "anonymous" button.
I really love this. You have always wanted to soar throug the air...
You did an amazing job! I loved the last two lines how you wanted to find a home instead of be one.
This is really sad! I just realized how ignored bushes now. I will start respecting them now. Thank you!
Interesting perspective, as when I think of bushes I think of dark and spiders. But you are right they provide a home for a lot of things.
Lizzy, very descriptive share of where you are today and your dreams for your future. I hope the vision for your life can be shared as descriptively as you did with this piece. Remember Respect is earned.
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