POET TREE

A word to grow, a seed in the soul
Hold to a phrase, branching out your way
What is in you, grows as you become whole
Growing high, growing with time

Each word growing free Poet Tree
Words are the leaves
The title is the tree it grows in me
Many lines many pages, another poem today
Life has changed it has gone it's own way
Don't want to write another poem the same
Poet Tree, It grows in you as it does in me
100 more poems growing from my soul

©2009 Thomas Dooley