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My knees caress the soft soil In the shade of a giant. A kind giant of course, My very own BFG. He brings me life, My very own breath. He is a generous giver, Never expecting anything back. In the autumn,   Parts of him fall, Storms of orange and yellow Obscuring my vision. He waits for me in the morning, Standing in my yard for eternity. In the summer, I seek his refuge, Cool shadows lessening into A blissful comfort. To this sweet maple I'm grateful.
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May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
My BFG
My knees caress the soft soil In the shade of a giant. A kind giant of course, My very own BFG. He brings me life, My very own breath. He is a generous giver, Never expecting anything back. In the autumn,   Parts of him fall, Storms of orange and yellow Obscuring my vision. He waits for me in the morning, Standing in my yard for eternity. In the summer, I seek his refuge, Cool shadows lessening into A blissful comfort. To this sweet maple I'm grateful.
Inspired by The Giving Tree by Shel Silverstein and The BFG by Roald Dahl
Written by
shinyewon
18/M/Pennsylvania, USA
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 11:52 PM UTC
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