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Mar 2010
I stand alone, a loner I am thinking I am a loner
completely I stand still,
totally alone I think I am,
except for tree.

I like tree.

Watching this Tree;
I see it:
the leaves are green,
the bark is greyish-brown kind of with a little lighter brownish
junk. A single leaf flutters
down to the ground place
like the little moth in Lord of the Rings.
I like that movie.

The little leaf touches the ground
without a sound it goes “pfff”
I am sad inside my mind brain
not knowing why it did
this.

Oh well.

It doesn’t matter.

The beauty of the tree is not lost, however
it remains within me all of the day.
Beauty that cannot be broken,
cannot be remade,
cannot be undone.
I do like tree.
A humorous poem meant to be as bad as possible.

©2009 Alan Vollmer
Written by
Alan Vollmer
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