Poem_Tina Mcintosh

“The Tree

There once was a tree
much smaller than me.
It’s now older than me
that little tree.
There it goes reaching above me
up to the sky
there once was a tree much
taller than me reaching up
very high. Above me
reaching the sky there once
was a tree
poor old tree
poor old tree
what have they done to you?
I’m going to have a look
Oops I’m writing on you
you’re now my book.

By Tina Mcintosh”