You pulled up the roots,
From in the ground,
Stirred the soil
Pruney palms browned.
Shredded the leaves,
Of the maple and pungent fern,
From my patience,
I wish you'd learn.
The patterns I follow,
Hands stretch for the crescent up there,
slowly steadily
creep with flair.
Rip off my shield,
With your blunted knife
Etch your heart
To your partner for life.
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
You pulled up the roots,
From in the ground,
Stirred the soil
Pruney palms browned.
Shredded the leaves,
Of the maple and pungent fern,
From my patience,
I wish you'd learn.
The patterns I follow,
Hands stretch for the crescent up there,
slowly steadily
creep with flair.
Rip off my shield,
With your blunted knife
Etch your heart
To your partner for life.
Request permission to use this poem