Monday, May 19, 2008

trees [a poem]

trees, a wonderful substance,as far as the eye can see,orange ones,green ones,rough ones,smooth ones,soft ones,hard ones,beautiful as the sky,leaves bristling in the wind,trees.

4 comments:

Angela Horn said...

Excellent prose!

Carrie said...

Did you ever notice that the branches of trees look a lot like the veins in your body. Weird.

Sharon said...

Madeline, I love your poem. I showed your blog to my boss' wife/my friend and she might leave you a comment. Her name is Bernadette and she knows all about you since you were little. Love Grandma

Johnny said...

Hi Madeline. I love your blog! Hope you're doing well. Make sure you keep updating us on everything that's going on in that wonderful head of yours. :)

Love,

Uncle Johnny