In the tall, great oaks
A tiny creature scampers to make its home
It drops a small bundle of leaves
Which lands on a nearby branch
On this shaded bench
An old man takes his afternoon nap
He is tranquil, at peace
Till a racing cab forces him awake
The speeding taxi holds a young woman
In a rush to get to a meeting on time
Who, while waiting for the stoplight
Watches the tiny creature in the great oak
Giant green oak tree swaying
Elderly men relaxing on benches
Taxi cabs whizzing right by
This is the endless cycle at Central Park
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Poetry of the past 12 or so years. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction.
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Poetry of the past 12 years or so. Some were class assignments, some were juvenile thoughts, some were inspired by life experiences, and some were complete fiction. These cover all sorts of topics and many different types of poetry.
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