Secrets
Secrets
I saw a man confronting a tree,
So I asked that fellow to confide in me.
Tell me sir, would you be having a drink?
To which he replied, no its not what you think.
I’ve been talking to trees for half of me life.
I can say things to them I can’t say to me wife!
She was fair and reasonable when we first met.
Now her tongues is so sharp I know I’ll regret
Opening me mouth and spilling the beans.
She’d cut me to ribbons, it runs through her genes.
So I tell any tree that’s prepared to listen,
Of me hopes and woes and it goes like this son:
They let me finish and never ever talk back,
Don’t criticise, scold or go on the attack.
Their quiet and kindness are just what I need.
Ten minutes with them and me conscience is freed.
I’ll continue to share with understanding trees,
And until she catches me, I’ll say what I please.
Graham Sherwood
Wed 22nd Jan 2025 09:02
Many a true word spoken in a poem Rob! With my name being a forest I just talk to myself 😂