Karl's Poem
Karl had to write a poem for language arts class, I really like it! I Am... I am the eldest maple tree, towering high above the thick forest canopy; I wonder what it is like for who get to live life, not to merely observe; I hear the chitter-chatter of the green woods’ wonderful creatures below; I see the miracle of life from the highest view, above the sheltered woods; I want to explore beyond my branches and into the bush; I am the eldest maple tree, towering high above the thick forest canopy. I pretend to exist on the lush forest’s turf, below the songbirds as they trill their tunes; I feel the dank earth under my roots, bringing the forest’s sustenance to my leaves; I touch the rolling gusts, as they stream low and graceful over the valley; I worry that some day the gales shall strip my fronds away; I cry to think that one morn, my emerald leaves won’t caress the rays of the rising Sun; I am the eldest maple tree, towering high above the thick forest canopy. I understand that I sh...