photo by hungrybison
I took a book of poems to the park,
didn’t open it.
It made a great pillow
as I looked
up into the trees.
Great poems are supposed to make you notice
Filed under poems
Tagged as books, leaves, poetry, trees
Each of us see a different meaning in a poem, i hadn’t thought of that one.
Great use of the mind, your’e a Poet.
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