Tuesday, 9 March 2010

Text - 7E


Somewhere in my garden
Stands an old tree
Full of knots branches
Very stately and very devout

Sometimes it seems really sad
In his old bark
Then sometimes branches break
Its leaves are a burden to him

He has a special place
This tree in my garden
Because sometimes I want to hide
Under his savage head

He knows my secrets
My tears, my sorrow
Because I left that sometimes
With him in my backyard

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