Those creepy, gangly, dangly trees
Oh my, they're waiting there for me
In the light of the harvest moon, they chasten endlessly
Come sing with us, come swing with us, we'll be happy to oblige
In the comfort of our spiny limbs we'll take you for the final ride
I feel their fingers in the night, crystal ice, squeezing around my neck
Their embrace has left me empty, devoid of life giving breath
The anxiety or anticipation, which one I cannot discern
Has lead me to this act of futility, I guess I'll never learn
They've been watching me, taunting with their woeful moans of glee
Until this day I've kept them at bay but my soul is tired and week
So I succumb to their beckoning and give myself to thee.
We're out here patiently waiting
Don't fear, we're only trees.
Wade A


Comments: 9 ( 1 removed by Wade A. )
Wade doesn't use a thesaurus when he writes his poetry... he just has very good vocabulary. And most of the time when he does write he has to dummy his words down.
It's like you gave him a compliment by saying his vocabulary was refreshing and then you took the compliment away by saying he knew how to use a thesaurus.
I think he might have taken offense to what you said.
Thanks for the kudos kind people!
LeeAnn.. Thank you for understanding the poem for the way it was intended.