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STUDY TREES by Mel Martin

One day I saw the most beautiful tree...

I saw this tree but was unable to climb it. That and my love for Family History swirled in me one day and a poem was born.

Study Trees

Study the tree from every angle
Weigh up the pitfalls
and how to get down
Look at its grandeur
Appreciate life
and respect its age.

Finding a way up is easy
It’s the getting down
that’s the pain
Grip tightly its boughs
Wait until it holds
and hoist yourself aloft.

The scope is clear

the imagination runs wild

the view incredible
the sun peers through
you lose your heart
and all around fades.

Learn from the tree
its stately grace
and elegant nature
Remember the tree
be thankful for it
and thankful to it.



Mel Martin: I and mother of three, living in  am mother of three, living in Colchester, Essex, in the U.K, but am originally from Dudley in the West Midlands. I have always loved the use of the English language but for many years struggled with basic literacy skill. I left school with nothing and achieved everything through hard work and determination. I work with children in a high school, which is more of a calling than a chore. I've published books on historical research and five volumes of poetry, my latest one is called The Poetry Corner, and is available here. You may e-mail me if you like: Pelsallsaints@live.com 




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