Trees (simile/metaphor poem)
Trees
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
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