Tree Poem by Paul Butters
Tree
A tree to me:
A swaying palm, towering oak, a yew.
But what for you?
Some weeping willow,
Or a monkey puzzle tree?
My sweeping plains,
Lush meadows, in my mind's eye.
For you -
A dusty desert under a sun-seared sky?
My visions are reshaped
By every different viewer,
From paradise-landscapes,
To something from the sewer.
(C) Paul Butters, on Humberside,7\1\2011 at 21.05.
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