Friday, October 12, 2012

October 10, 2012 Poetic Asides Prompt First Line by Robert Lee Brewer

Better Views 

Trees hide the better views,
so they say, but I say
trees are the views—
tall thick oaks like beloved grandfathers
lovely golden aspens shaking castanets
weeping willows swaying like hula dancers
cottonwoods with seeded fluff like children blowing bubbles
pine trees, ever green and pointing up, godly reminders,
poplars, maples, elm, tulip, hickory, birch, ash, larkspur—
all lovely views within themselves. See, really see, the trees.



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