climbing

tree-6

oh lord
how she climbs

reaching up
to the blue world
of the sky
and the evening sun

down here
is green and brown
of dirt
and of the grass

up high
the clouds streak
free to fly along

birds alight
to take their rest
and to chatter
of where they’ve flown

she listens
she hears them
and lord

oh
how she climbs

tree-11


© Frank Prem, 2016

Poem #6: chopping a cord

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