Atop the tippy top top
Is where I want to be.
Where I would see the top tops
Of every other tree.
And I could see the river
As it moves on to the sea
From the tippy tippy top top
Of my giant redwood tree.
The clouds and I would parlay
About being high and free.
The moon would whisper in my ear
Things to which I would agree.
Atop the tippy top top
Is where I want to be.
Because I long so dearly
To see everything so clearly
And to enlightened be.
S.P.Bohnstedt
Spring 2014
4 comments:
i can relate to that... beautiful poem, my darlin' ;)
Love it!
where is yon redwood my friend?
Watch our for squirrels.
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