POEM STARTER
Deep Roots
Write a poem about the importance of roots - it could be physical (like a tree) or metaphorical (like a character's upbringing), or a comparison of both!
I like birds
The days aren’t wasted watching the birds.
Splashing in their bath.
Eating at the feeder.
I even have a few different species nested in the old elm out front.
Hundred and thirty years old if a day.
After we’re all dead and gone, it’ll remain.
I eat my meals outside with the birds.
It’s nice to have company, you know.
I sit at my table on the patio drinking my tea.
I hate my neighbors and their damn dogs.
Everyone is always interrupting my birds.
Especially those hell hounds.
A roar grows closer and closer.
Crash! Glass goes flying, metal grotesquely contorts and screams.
That son of a bitch just crashed his Chrysler into my damn tree.
Should I go help?
The horn won’t cease, as the engines smoke billows towards the nests.
I go wake the man up, blood freely flowing from his forehead.
" Hey, do me a favor and turn the car off,man. Don’t want you to burn my tree down,” I say to the bloodied man weary in his drivers seat.
I walk back to my porch.
Finally back to my tea and sandwich, listening to the birds.
Good thing that tree has some strong roots.