My Friend and Me

My Friend and Me

A Poem by Steve Kittell
"

friendship in the familiar

"

When I was small

My friend was tall

Through my window

It watched me grow

 

Friends always near

Though winters bare

Waiting for spring

Leaves green, birds sing

 

Sit in its shade

Memories made

Branches growing

Leaves are glowing

 

Branches so high

Climb to the sky

Or ride the swing

Picnic to bring

Then soon it’s fall

Colors for all

Float to the ground

Pile in a mound

 

Jump in and play

Brisk autumn day

Another years past

All sprouting fast

 

Stood together

In all weather

Leaves shake, wind blows

Hot days, cold snows

 

When I’m all grown

Out on my own

I’ll miss my tree

And it’ll miss me


The End

© 2014 Steve Kittell


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childish in many ways, and yet with a real underlying beauty in its lines...a wonderful poem.

Posted 5 Years Ago


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Steve Kittell
Steve Kittell

In the shadow of Windmill Cottage, East Greenwich, RI



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Having suffered almost fifty years of writers block I'm back, picking up exactly where I left off, as a mischievous five year old. Current chidren's poems can be seen at: http://www.childrens-stori.. more..

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