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When the smiles pasted on

If the sound of the breeze changed

stopped moving the wind chimes 

leaving instead an eerie silence

would it matter then?

in the green that surrounds us

in the forest of the day

there are no tigers here

Mr. Blake.

But then no lambs as well.

Do the trees listen

to the whispers. Evil trees

listening to the sound of

joyful bubbles

rising from the wand

to rise into the air

and popping

leave us wondering

was it the trees.

  • This is a really old poem, is the picture as well?

    • Yes
    • No

What do you think?

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Written by DocAndersen

I am a long time blogger and technology poster.I focus on what is possible, but I also try to see what is coming. In recent years I have been focused on sharing the memories of my family, as part of my Family History Project.


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  1. Love the pome and photo Doc. I like to think about whispering trees. For some reason it has a calming effect when I read these words. I believe in things many do not. Nature is more in touch with us than most realize. Just my opinion.

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