My Little Wren Friend, a first draft poem by S Francis
Watching me,(C) 2019 S Francis Fuller
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?
7 Responses to “My Little Wren Friend, a first draft poem by S Francis”
What a great short poem.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Sweet and succinct.
LikeLike
Thank you Eugenia!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome!
LikeLiked by 1 person
[…] This week I analyze the poem, “My Little Wren Friend” and begin by offering it again with no revision as by the time I posted, it had taken on its ‘final’ form (original post: https://fullbeardlit.org/2019/11/24/my-little-wren-friend/): […]
LikeLiked by 1 person
[…] marks a substantial revision to the original poem posted last year on November 24th. The original had a story that only the poet knew in the […]
LikeLiked by 1 person