Sitting By a Tree
As the summer breeze flows across the medow,
The wild flowers sway,
In all shades of yellow.
A herd of lazy cows grazes,
While the earth is warmed,
And the sun blazes.
Sitting by a tree,
watching all of this,
I wish he was here with me.
To have great poets there must be great audiences too.
Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Mountain Cries | 1 | 09/07/2009 |
| soft as a cloud | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
| With You | 1 | 06/12/2009 |
| Fear | 1 | 06/05/2009 |
| The River Sings | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Sitting By a Tree | 0 | 06/05/2009 |
| Band of Thunder | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| cute as a kitten, mean as a lion. | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
| Time | 1 | 06/04/2009 |
| the cloud hanging over me | 1 | 05/21/2009 |
| Over it | 1 | 05/08/2009 |
| He Left Me Alone | 3 | 04/23/2009 |
| an ode to my friend lacey: | 2 | 04/23/2009 |
| My own Paradise (i left) | 3 | 04/16/2009 |
| my journey | 1 | 04/16/2009 |
| Lonelyness | 1 | 04/16/2009 |
| Thunder | 0 | 04/16/2009 |
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