Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

My Little Wren Friend, a first draft poem by S Francis

Watching me, 
Have I removed your home or 
Do I
Make a home more beautiful?

Either way, here is a tree.
A walnut tree
That needs recovering, 
Beautiful and tall

Wrapped around hills
Calling: 
“Climb!” 
Climbing...

Now...  watch me, 
Little wren, 
Do you see the hardness
In a man at work 

Changing the view 
After the view 
Cluttered by brush and weeds
Had become too much?
(C) 2019 S Francis Fuller

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