Trees (simile/metaphor poem)

by Bailey

The tree branches
scratch my window like fingernails scraping on a blackboard
As I walk through the park
the trees bend down at me
they are arms reaching for me
They are tall brown sticks
They are bird's sweet homes
When the wind blows
I hear them roam
The leave fall
it's winter now but then next year
they will grow around

Posted: Thu - January 27, 2005 at 11:14 AM