A Poem I wrote describing myself & my life. Hope you enjoy:

The Memory Of Me

Many seeds were planted that season
the soil not rich by any measure
One seed would have a reason
a hungry mouth good pleasure.

But, so much more it had to offer
though nobody knew it at the time
Fought tough that seed a coffer
to keep safe a rapid climb.

From twigs, strong branches grew
many leaves suddenly appeared
Metal monsters came to chew
fitted with an engineer.

Escape the dangers of loggers
not an easy goal by any means
Faster than the fastest joggers
one leaf fled the metal machines.

It blew for years across many lands
before it found its resting place
And there today a great birch stands
Scarred from many a lambastes.

Offer up another cup of beer
drink up its liquid knowledge
Many lessons are stored here
in this Birch, a teacher's college.

Maybe to become paper one day
where great words will be written
A testament, its strength to stay
and all enemies to smitten.

Perhaps a rocking chair or table
this great birch transforms to be
It holds much more than fable
behold, you see, this birch is me.

I come before you here today
offering the knowledge I have gained
When I've finished and walked away
the memory of me will have remained.

Copyright Feb-2005 O'Della Wilson
A Poem I wrote describing myself & my life. Hope you enjoy: The Memory Of Me Many seeds were planted that season the soil not rich by any measure One seed would have a reason a hungry mouth good pleasure. But, so much more it had to offer though nobody knew it at the time Fought tough that seed a coffer to keep safe a rapid climb. From twigs, strong branches grew many leaves suddenly appeared Metal monsters came to chew fitted with an engineer. Escape the dangers of loggers not an easy goal by any means Faster than the fastest joggers one leaf fled the metal machines. It blew for years across many lands before it found its resting place And there today a great birch stands Scarred from many a lambastes. Offer up another cup of beer drink up its liquid knowledge Many lessons are stored here in this Birch, a teacher's college. Maybe to become paper one day where great words will be written A testament, its strength to stay and all enemies to smitten. Perhaps a rocking chair or table this great birch transforms to be It holds much more than fable behold, you see, this birch is me. I come before you here today offering the knowledge I have gained When I've finished and walked away the memory of me will have remained. Copyright Feb-2005 O'Della Wilson
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