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So they showed us the trees, And told us to write. Beauty and overly-accurate descriptions Expected. Write about trees, they said, But not about trees. Write about roots, And families, And graves, And anything you can stretch to Relate to a tree. But that's not my thing, So I'm going to write about Something else. The people are staring at me. Glaring, almost. They don't want the teenager On her phone. Oh no, she should be LISTENING. They don't know I'm writing poetry, While they look for faults In the tulip tree. They nod their heads in agreement To infections of the olive tree. I'm on the ground, So I look at their shoes. You can tell a lot about a person By the shoes they wear. So they learn about trees, While I learn about them. I play Sherlock Holmes And try to guess their Personalities by their appearances, Not really listening to the Ranger man Tell us about the Growing process of a Ginkgo Tree He talks about a Smerf, And I absentmindedly ignore him As I stare at the eyes of my favorite type of tree. I give him credit for trying, Because while he doesn't have My attention, He appears to have everyone else's. Soon, we gather around another tree. He calls it 70 ft. I call it big. The sprinklers turn on, And we laugh and move, And we watch the squirrels Play in the trees. He makes a joke, and we laugh again. It was a good time. So I learned a lot today. And while I came here To learn about the trees, I learned a whole lot more About the people.
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Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
The Ranger Man+Poetry
So they showed us the trees, And told us to write. Beauty and overly-accurate descriptions Expected. Write about trees, they said, But not about trees. Write about roots, And families, And graves, And anything you can stretch to Relate to a tree. But that's not my thing, So I'm going to write about Something else. The people are staring at me. Glaring, almost. They don't want the teenager On her phone. Oh no, she should be LISTENING. They don't know I'm writing poetry, While they look for faults In the tulip tree. They nod their heads in agreement To infections of the olive tree. I'm on the ground, So I look at their shoes. You can tell a lot about a person By the shoes they wear. So they learn about trees, While I learn about them. I play Sherlock Holmes And try to guess their Personalities by their appearances, Not really listening to the Ranger man Tell us about the Growing process of a Ginkgo Tree He talks about a Smerf, And I absentmindedly ignore him As I stare at the eyes of my favorite type of tree. I give him credit for trying, Because while he doesn't have My attention, He appears to have everyone else's. Soon, we gather around another tree. He calls it 70 ft. I call it big. The sprinklers turn on, And we laugh and move, And we watch the squirrels Play in the trees. He makes a joke, and we laugh again. It was a good time. So I learned a lot today. And while I came here To learn about the trees, I learned a whole lot more About the people.
This is a very old poem of mine, one of my favorites though. Please enjoy :)
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thepaintedside
18/F/neverland
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
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