He strove past a mammoth tree
Under which as a child
He weathered many a storms
Waiting for a moment mild.
Yet cared little he for times gone
Bidding not so much as a glance
To an old friend who seemed
Trifling before his new romance.
And seemed not to mind the tree
Neither surly nor grumpy
Just busy sheltering that night
A newly found puppy.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:04 AM UTC
He strove past a mammoth tree
Under which as a child
He weathered many a storms
Waiting for a moment mild.
Yet cared little he for times gone
Bidding not so much as a glance
To an old friend who seemed
Trifling before his new romance.
And seemed not to mind the tree
Neither surly nor grumpy
Just busy sheltering that night
A newly found puppy.
April 12th 2015
